Hidden Imperfections

The wind carries secrets no one else can hear

As the rain hides the tears of the imperfect child

The world is too stubborn to open there eyes

When laying right in front of them is a thousand lost souls reaching out for guidance

All of life's imperfections get hidden by illusions

They are buried deep down where the problems start to grow

Multiplying each day, arising to the surface with nothing to show but another jump, another cut and another death