S E A R C H I N G P E R F E C T

Sometimes I despair
Everyone has faults
And we all care
Right and wrong matter
Cos we aren’t 100% good
How can we judge
I never have understood
Nobody is perfect at all
Goodness is a fragment

Perfect is a dream for a fool
Everybody tries
Right and wrong always matter
Finally we see
Eventually we will shatter
Cos we can’t carry on searching perfect
Today, I officially give up. It doesn’t exist.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005