Would speaking perfectly
                  Make everyone listen

Would perfect sense
                 Give us perfect vision

Would looking perfect
                  Make us loved by all

Would that perfect life
                    Be perfect at all


We dont walk on perfect land
Nor breath in perfect air
We dont swim in perfect water
Nor warmed by perfect flare


As perfect as we want things to be
Perfection is still like winter leaves
Resting perfectly under coldness we see
And perfectly on top of what we believe