I am not the mender of broken things, I no longer do that kind of work
You will see I have removed the sign that used to swing gently in the breeze
In its place I have hung a basket of wild flowers
Inviting nature to my door
By all means come by for a chat, I still enjoy good conversation
But I am not the mender of broken things
Whatever you bring with you is yours – here to teach you
And because you bring it to my door – to teach me also
And as I learn my lesson, I can look, I can smile, I can listen
But when you leave, you take it with you
I am not the mender of broken things, I’m not in that business anymore
Now I know that nothing is really broken, just made in a manner of our choosing…