Apr. 17, 2003 - 11:15 a.m.
There are stains on this life
Stains on this soul
That make it difficult to see
The true beauty that lies beneath
There are cracks on the surface
Glaringly obvious
That draw the eye away
From the strength of its construction
There are flaws in the design
Intrinsic to the style
That may distract one
From the artist's overall vision
I am flawed and cracked and stained
And therein lies the art and the strength and the beauty
These are the values that make me unique
These are the gifts that define me
