There is beauty in the broken,
There is hope where there’s repair.
Cracks and dark spots bring to life
A work that once was bare.
Craftsman’s hands produce a piece
That’s perfect, but it’s plain
And in our use we break and mark
That piece with love and pain.
And as the years roll by we see
Not cracks, or holes, or marks,
But a piece we’ve loved and cherished;
With each mark, a memory’s sparked.