paint The is old and peeling
The shutters show some cracks

Theres a heavy limb on the apple tree

Thats got to be cut back

some Theres water in the cellar

A little sagging in the floor
this But house has weathered many storms

It will weather many more

cause I scraped away the peeling paint
And found the wood was good and strong

And I found a firm foundation
Had been there all along

Theres nothing here that a little work

And time cant heal

cause everything underneath is real

Nerves are frayed raggedand

Patience is wearing thin

Words were said in fits of rage

That never should have been

We bruised each other badly

Lost respect along the way

But theres too much here worth saving

To throw it all away
Cant we lay aside our fear and pride

And find the good within

All that we have shared before

Can be restored again

Theres nothing here that a little work

And time cant heal

cause everything underneath is real