Perfect Mistake
I'm your perfect mistake,
the product of an immature male teen, not ready to grow up.
And a young woman, ready to grow up too fast.
I'm your perfect mistake,
born with creativity and selfishness, intelligence and ignorance,
sensitivity and hard-headed, courageous and cowardous, beauty and flaws.
I'm your perfect mistake,
I was born with a head full of hair, and though my eyes still closed,
were filled with hope.
For even though you were a new mother and we were by ourselves,
somehow I knew that we would be okay.
That something good always comes from a mistake,
you just have to make it perfect.