There is no land of perfect, child.
There is no sea of ease.
There is not candy apple trail.
There's broccoli and peas.

There is no suit of armour, child.
There's arrows and there's pain.
But when your heart is broken, child.
stay strong, and love again.

There is no perfect peron, child
Not presidents or Queens.
There is only us trying, child.
To be human, human beings.