Tattered Shirt

I am my mother's daughter
 most can tell
 they say it is a likeness of the eyes
 less of the color
 more how we see
 beauty in what's cast aside
 Bring me a vase of dandelions and queen anne's lace
 Bring me a heart that's torn and tired and I will love you
 I built me a life out of pieces I could find
 not much to covet but it's my own
 I kept my arms wide a harbor in a storm
 welcome the abandoned and alone
 Bring me a vase of dandelions and queen anne's lace
 Bring me a heart thats torn and tired and I will love you
 I fell for a man in tattered garb
 a man who seemed to love until it hurt
 His favorite clothes had holes in them
 I want to be that faded shirt
 I hang to believing he'll love me that way
 he'll love me for all of my scars
 we're all just searching, seeking harbor,
 for someone who will love us as we are