No thing can be perfect and call itself alive
We breathe in and out and hold firm that love cannot die
Cll the subtle things I see in that face
Break me and challenge my strength
In giving all we can, we take
From its recipient the perception of our grace
I know I'm not perfect; I can't breathe without a taste
Of all the subtle things I see in that face
That break me and challenge my strength
Things don't have to be perfect
They just have to be real