It is easy to point fingers
People do it all day long
Even if we’re completely flawed
We don’t hesitate to point out wrong.
The world is just waiting like a predator
To pounce upon its prey
Trying your best? Well, it doesn’t matter,
They don’t care for what you have to say.
They’re lying when they say be yourself
No one really cares,
What you need is to be the best
Be myself? I wouldn’t dare!
Because if I slip or show my weakness
They’ll disown me and not take me back,
The secret is to be the strongest
And stay ahead of the pack.
Whatever happened to emotion?
Empathy perhaps?
How to love, have we forgotten?
We’re a fragile world waiting to collapse.
But if you take a tiny moment,
To examine who you are…
All your flaws, your strengths, your weaknesses,
And not that convincing facade…
You’ll see yourself in entirety
And not just the perfect parts,
You’ll see that imperfection has its beauty
There’s nothing called a perfect heart.
For as long as we are human,
We tend to be terribly flawed
So how do we expect perfection from another?
When we ourselves do wrong!
So haste! all ye common folk,
Don’t judge your fellow men,
We are perfect in our imperfections,
A race that tends to sin.
