If life was perfect, shouldn’t I be free?
But then where would, the troubles be?
If things went right, does none go wrong?
But then how would, it last for long?
If life was perfect, my dreams come real.
Forget the sadness, my heart will heal.
But perfect things, do not exist,
And perfect lives, are all but this.
But through the years, I’ve learned to know,
Perfections changed, it comes and goes.
Yet I believe, still some day here,
A perfect day, will raise my cheer.
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