perfectly special

I wish I was special  
 
The body never to want,  
 
Never to lust over, nor to be sick  
 
An the spirit,  
 
The spirit to fly, with a perfect body and soul,  
 
But oh, To turn the head,  
 
An resist at every turn at all that is sick  
 
To stop believing beauty in all the dark things,  
 
Mine eyes to blind an the heart to bleed  
 
Lo’,  
 
Who teaches my fingers to fight,  
 
And my hands to war,  
 
We go on to do the hardest of all things,- Live