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Broken Tool by James

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Broken Tool by James - Country / Heartland / Modern Story Song music cover art

Broken Tool

Country / Heartland / Modern Story Song

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I’ve been holding up the sky, while it falls on my back Mending hearts and broken lives, while mine fades to black
The world made me a hammer, a tool for every repair But nobody sees the cracks in me, nobody cares
I’ve been told a man is strong, can’t bend, can’t cry But steel still rusts when the rain pours from the sky
And I’d be lying if I said I don’t Sometimes I’m the one that needs a hand to lift me up
If men don’t break, where do we go when we fall? Where do we hide when nobody answers the call?
I’ve been through mud, through fire, through the storms alone And I’m just a broken tool, wishing someone would fix what’s worn
I’ve built fences, houses, lives and dreams for everyone But the walls I’ve built around myself block out the sun
The world says a man must leave, provide, protect But no one taught me how to heal what I neglect
I’ve been told a man is strong, can’t bend, can’t cry But steel still rusts when the rain pours from the sky
And I’d be lying if I said I don’t Sometimes I’m the one that needs a hand to lift me up
If men don’t break, where do we go when we fall? Where do we hide when nobody answers the call?
I’ve been through mud, through fire, through the storms alone And I’m just a broken tool, wishing someone would fix what’s worn
I’ve been made to carry more than my own weight And the world never notices the cracks I can’t escape
If there’s hope for a man like me, I haven’t found it yet Sometimes the only help I need is someone who will lift me from the rest
If men don’t break, where do we go when we fall? Where do we hide when nobody answers the call?
I’ve been through mud, through fire, through the storms alone And I’m just a broken tool, wishing someone would fix what’s worn
I’ve been through mud, through fire, through the storms alone And I’m just a broken tool, wishing someone would fix what’s worn