Imperfections from the head to the feet.
Mind and heart, having scars.
Wrapped in the chaos, an abundance of love.
Stashed away behind bars.
Seeping out, like the light of day.
Casting shadows on those far and near.
Calling for guidance, strength and patience,
But no ears would turn to hear.
Not a single chance was giving,
Tears weren't the only thing lost.
Its a different kind of beauty
The kind that comes with a cost.
The warmth from the soul grows colder,
Like ice to ease a pain.
Compassion that once flew freely,
Now tangled in a chain.