What happens when the pain is too great?
Your feelings overflow, like a river does
It's water kills everything in range
You need a way out. Some way or change


You look in the mirror
and wince at your reflection
You close your eyes
And dream of perfection

It's not possible you know
To reach that high up goal
To kiss the clouds or
Paint the sky, they are
just too high

I can show you how to love yourself
It's actually quite simple
Just accept every imperfectly perfect
Flaw, every mole or pimple

God made you. You are part of something big
Part if His masterpiece. He knows you
From every word you've said
To each hair on top your head

Next time you look in the mirror
See you were made in His image
So smile and how the world
Because you are  beautiful
You. You are an imperfectly perfect
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