Imperfections

I am a mark on the pale wall

I am a mark on the pale wall A muddy handprint on green canvas

I am a weed in the flowery garden

I am a weed in the flowery garden A patch of bare dirt peeking through grass

I am a crack in the glass

I am a crack in the glass A tear in silk

I am a stain on history

I am a stain on history A blemish on smooth stone

But you will learn from these imperfections

But you will learn from my imperfections

But you will learn from my imperfections For you may not call me beautiful

But you will learn from my imperfections For you may not call me beautiful But I show you what beauty truly is

But you will learn from my imperfections For you may not call me beautiful But I show you what beauty truly is And it is not perfection.