Now Darling,
I have a few words for you.
My life isn't a perfect song,
It didn't come easy,
It had rips in the paper,
And a few broken strings,
I could never find the right chords,
I was never in tune,
and It had a few broken bridges.
The sound never had the right ring,
I could never find the right keys.
Flat.
But all this time,
I've kept playing,
I kept following the music,
And singing along.
I fixed the strings,
And changed the chords.
But Darling,
My life isn't a perfect song.
- r.t
