Perfect, Oh how hard I try to be;

The more I try the more I see I may never be;

With each passing day I see one more flaw develop in me;

As I grow I see how frail and flawed my flesh can be;

Mind and body are continually failing me;

The words I seek are never there to greet;

My heart forever leads me on the road of hurt and regret;

Long did my soul did fret;

Until one day;

I saw the man in me and he was not the man I was;

I found that the man I am may be flawed;

But my soul has grown strong;

So as hard as I try my flesh will never be as perfect as I would like it to be;

For that is not up to me;

Yet it is the soul I shall strive to develop in me;

For that is truly me and what I hope to be;

So prefect I try, Perfect I pray, and Perfect I shall be