Underneath the tomb stone of perfection,
Lies the bones sucked dry by the fear of failure.
Destroy that label and bring to light;
Find no rest till the remains unearth.
Inhale deeply and exhale generously;
Watch death reverse and lives live once more.
Smell the sweet aroma of freedom,
As it kisses the wind gently
And caresses our being passionately.
We are free to keep trying,
For in the grace through His grave lies true perfection.