Clarence and I are so alike

We both have battle scars

All the work that we have done

All the beauty that is ours

He is nicked and scratched

And I am not complete

We both have some parts missing

But we are both concrete

His scars all come from me

And I look at them with shame

But I know he doesn't mind

Because I gave him his name

Our wounds make us who we are

We shine brighter for our scars

Our music is more beautiful

This battered love is ours.