She said there’s something I need to show you
And she took a wooden box from off the shelf
I have saved lots of special things through the years
And I’ve not shown them to anybody else

From the box she took out a small figure of an angel
Whose wings had long ago been broken off
She set it gently in the palm of my hand
And explained in a voice so sweet and soft

This is my box of broken things
That have meant so much to me along the way
Broken things can still be beautiful
I just can’t bring myself to throw them away

One by one small treasures she removed for me to see
And for each there was a cracked or broken part
But each one had a story and I understood
Why they held a special place inside her heart

Like pieces of a puzzle things lay scattered on the floor
And the hours passed happily away
Eventually the wooden box was emptied of its things
And it was then that her smile began to fade

This is my box of broken things
That have meant so much to me along the way
Broken things can still be beautiful
I just can’t bring myself to throw them away

She hung her head and began to cry
I’m broken, she whispered in my ear
Oh won’t you tell me that I’m beautiful
And always keep me near

This is my box of broken things
That have meant so much to me along the way
Broken things can still be beautiful
I just can’t bring myself to throw them away