Word is My Perfect Weapon

I've come to terms with who i am.

Sure it took time, but here i stand.

Flawless looks hard and seems unatainable

but flawless is all around.

The way I can dance,  my love for singing,

they make a beautiful sound.

Short and small, it wil never matter

because my soul is proud and brave.

I'm flawless in words that will never cease

because my soul will not be a slave.

My lips won't be silenced

And my soul won't be broken

because flawless is mine

in words still unspoken

So count on me to fight for the right.

Count me in on debates.

You can bet my voice will be heard

when you think that perfect is too late.

Because flawless or not, my words still fly

and it's the sound that will truly count.

Loud or soft, rich and full, if needed

Weapons are to what my words will amount.