I’m perfectly imperfect A not so rhyming song Made up of jumbled pieces And a little righteous wrong.

I’m not the brightest But I shine in my own way I’m not as bright as the sun But a little like its guiding rays.

I’m not most colourful But there is a rainbow within me I may not have the blossomed vision But a lighted way to see.

Happy to be a mess Each moment being perfect I fearlessly cherish That I am imperfect.