if it's not flawless, i'll see it
In a world that grows darker; With each passing day
I need to find one star; To light my way
I am in need of something; No religion can give
Sometimes it’s just one reason; That helps one to live
So here is my charm; It is right on my face
Where there is nothing special; About its place
It is my eyes you see; They are clear to me
They are windows to my heart; They are perfectly spaced apart
To unravel all the mysteries; Authors of old left for me
They see the whole world; In speck of dust
They see the line of time; In car bumper rust
Between the veins of gold; The chocolate pools
They have seen more lessons taught; Then any school
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