the perfection of imperfection

[Lorenzo Abbiati]

She's not for all

she's only for me

This prayer let it be

The pure perfection

Is pure simmetry

Something is not for me

You are shape shifter

Your truth is too much for me

You know that much you can be

For few but good it is you

That you may not use your spell

To deliver us to hell

For My inspiration bell

You are an edge of My Landing strip

Your light guides me for Landing safety

I Will not fall on you cause i used to be True

To the Others hedge of the Landing strip there is sacrifice.

A Perfect ending is now a Perfect starting Tomorrow won't male me blind.