Not Perfect But I Try

My heart is not made of steel, it shatters at the touch of trauma, and cries at the sight of isolation. My brain is not filled with wisdom, my words are not smooth like the spring river, my temper reminds me of the hot summer. I am not a man of gold, as I waste my time in silence, watching the laughing faces talk. But life is as imperfect as the moon, half-empty and half-full. To the greatest wreckage of a human being, here I sing, the way they grow with failures and pain. They drop, they scream, they yell. They get up against every odds. We might be the weakest creature of them all, but there is strength and courage behind every fall.