A perfect miracle
Forgiveness you can never give
A perfect blossom
A tree you have never seen
It is all in the mind
It is all we that we ask
To be given the chance to witness
Or give
Perfection
Can it come from the living
But why is the opposite true
A scar upon our back
And upon our heart
Pain too easily felt
Or darkness made from our fears
Why can we not also become light
Or heal our enemy
From the pain they inflicted upon us
For the perfect blossom grows
In the soil of the human heart
And it is ours to plant
If only we knew how