My dear, do you still dream of coating your whole soul with gold?

If you do it will get too heavy and cold

And then you won’t be able to fly

Don’t you see that you were meant to fly?

My dear, we all have cracks that we must bind

But each piece holds a story you shouldn’t hide

If you do, you will never be free

Don’t you see, you were meant to be free?

Nothing is perfect my dear

Nothing is flawless my love

Every gentle soul in this world

Is threaded with golden scars

Like the seasons we are destined to change and transform

Every winter will give way to warmth

if you let sunshine wash you with light

It will dance on those healed yellow lines

Nothing is perfect my dear

Nothing is flawless my love

Every kind soul in this world

Is threaded with golden scars

Nothing is perfect my dear

Nothing is flawless my love

We are but vessels of courage and hope

And I promise, that’s more than enough

And I promise, that’s more than enough