Lyrics
Broken Things
Digging in the garden
We search for buried treasure
Broken china hiding in the dirt
A yellow rose, the ghost of a teacup
Daisies on the hint of plate
Coming up like crocuses from the earth
We lay them on the sill in the sun
Delicate and fragile every one
Oh the beauty
In broken things
The beauty
We are cut with memories
Shattered by our history
Left to wonder how to make it through
But look upon a stained-glass window
So many pieces bound into one
Colors come together in a holy hue
We carry in us each and every shard
Cause a life well lived must always bear a mark
Oh the beauty
In broken things
The beauty
We can make our world and only feel the edges
We can speak our words and only hear the hurt
Or we can take each day, a gift that is unspoken
And see the beauty in the broken
The beauty
In broken things
The beauty
Written by: Susan Kean Cattaneo
