Flawed in every step -
in what I wear and sleep and breathe,
in all of the things we can't do,
in everything that I lie for,
in an accidental occurrence.
But yet, I'm still
covered with joy
flawed yet flawless
loved and wanting
Step aside for the waiting list.
My flaws make me who I am -
and so do yours -
but they shape words into lies.
In everything that I want
in everything that I need
in everything that's just out of my reach
in everything that keeps me from having it all.
But yet, I still
conquer and divide, persevere and persecute,
reaching for all of the things just beyond me,
I supposed that's why we're flawed.