Perfection's Coal

The eyes are the windows to the soul Look deep and you will see An unpolished diamond, perfection's coal Aching to be set free Like a baby in its mother's womb Trying to find it's way out Searching for light on its way to the tomb Heaven now turns to doubt Like an echo lost to the darkest night Trying to find its way back Exposing the truth on its way to the light Seeing the things that we lack Like reprobate whispers confused by the breeze Not knowing which way to blow Trying to decide which moments to seize Complaining that time is too slow Yesterdays fall like clouds full of rain Todays, now covered with strife Perfection's coal, no more than a stain But also known as life