Perfect as Can Me

I've found it hard to wake up many mornings
Because I wondered what good it'd be;
To struggle with the thought of never being
As perfect as the people that I see.

Yet after a season of deep grieving,
I realized no one can be me,
So now I wake up each morning
Glad to be perfect as can me.


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