A stranger whispered in my ear today,
"Son, the world isn't perfect."
It shocked me.
I don't really know why,
I think I knew that.
Or I had at least heard it before.
So I keep asking myself
Over and Over again,
"Why? Why not perfect?"
We can sit here and
Start wars and kill those different
(solely for that qualification),
Would it hurt us to just for once,
Attempt to better this place.
We're ruining the only chance we've got.
I could be foolish, hoping for perfection,
But as of now, in our world,
Any hope will do.

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