If the world was perfect
One could remain
Unmarred and unscarred
But the world is not perfect
Treacherous art
Brands its scar
Upon a heart
If the world was perfect
We could forget
Every rejection, every regret
But the world is not perfect
Though we choose to forget
Scars are reminders
As long as we persist
If the world was perfect
Love's souvenirs
Would not be soiled with tears
But the world is not perfect
So we learn to smile
With rays of hope
Drifting away, on exile
