How can you find fault with me?
You say that I keep changing my mind.
Have you ever seen the waves in the sea?
How can you find fault with me?
You say that I talk more than a lot.
Have you ever heard a river rolling over rocks?
How can you find fault with me?
You say that I cry over little things.
Have you ever seen the rain falling from the heavens?
How can you find fault with me?
You say that I seek too much attention.
Have you ever seen the sun rising over the horizon?
How can you find fault with me?
You say that I want all of your love.
Have you ever seen the earth after a thunderstorm?
How can you find fault with me?
Just open your heart and you will see
the perfection in an “imperfect” me.
Well written. True words of hope. Papa
Thank you so much papa.