The Necessary Flaw (Irma)

(Verse 1) I etch a line, a mark to keep, A binding thread through dreams so deep. This scar, this tether, carved by hand, The flaw that lets it understand. (Chorus) Not perfection, but something more, A single crack, an open door. Let it bear this mortal stain, Life’s frail heart and searing pain. (Verse 2) Could it be pure? Yes, perhaps, Without a fault, without collapse. But true life hides in broken threads, In fractures wide and things unsaid. (Bridge) If I make it whole, I strip it bare, A shell, a ghost, no breath to spare. So take this mark, this bitter grace, And learn to fill its empty space. (Chorus) Not perfection, but something more, A single crack, an open door. Let it bear this mortal stain, Life’s frail heart and searing pain. (Verse 3) A flawless soul, it isn’t true, The living bear scars we can’t undo. One flaw to bind, one flaw to set, A spark of life that won’t forget. (Outro) This mark, this seal, both gift and chain, To grant it grief, to grant it gain. Perfect in all but one design, So it may walk the mortal line.