I've come to terms with who i am.
Sure it took time, but here i stand.
Flawless looks hard and seems unatainable
but flawless is all around.
The way I can dance, my love for singing,
they make a beautiful sound.
Short and small, it wil never matter
because my soul is proud and brave.
I'm flawless in words that will never cease
because my soul will not be a slave.
My lips won't be silenced
And my soul won't be broken
because flawless is mine
in words still unspoken
So count on me to fight for the right.
Count me in on debates.
You can bet my voice will be heard
when you think that perfect is too late.
Because flawless or not, my words still fly
and it's the sound that will truly count.
Loud or soft, rich and full, if needed
Weapons are to what my words will amount.