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The piano key is chipped and white,
The metronome is out of time,
I play the notes and that's alright,
The melody is truly mine.
The path I mapped broke at the bend,
The house I built would never blend,
I kept the seeds but lost the date,
The garden came a season late.
A dented drum still keeps the beat,
An off-key voice can sound so sweet,
So I'll accept the crooked line,
And let the story still be mine.
A dented drum still keeps the beat,
An off-key voice can sound so sweet,
I'll love the way the branches bend,
And not demand a perfect end.
The path I mapped broke at the bend,
The house I built would never blend,
I kept the seeds but lost the date,
The garden came a season late.
A dented drum still keeps the beat,
An off-key voice can sound so sweet,
So I'll accept the crooked line,
And let the story still be mine.
A dented drum still keeps the beat,
An off-key voice can sound so sweet,
I'll love the way the branches bend,
And not demand a perfect end.