The Beauty of Being Broken

The beauty of being broken comes from within.
It fights, it punches, it won’t let go.
The beauty of being broken.

This man, guitar in hand.
He takes on the world, knowing what he wants.
This man, guitar in hand.
Has much to fear, falls more than once

The beauty of being broken comes from within.
It fights, it punches, it won’t let go
The beauty of being broken.

So this man, guitar in hand,
Attacks life with haste and determination.
Crossing lines and testing limits.
Using the lessons learned; gaining lessons earned.

The beauty of being broken comes from within.
It fights, it punches, it won’t let go.
The beauty of being broken.

Call it depth perception, call it hindsight
Look at this man, guitar in hand.
Brought back from the dead
A new person with a stronger force.

He fills me with joy,
This man, guitar in hand.
Puts that smile on my face because he has made it.
Proven his ability, his will, and his dreams.

So open your eyes, world.
See this man, guitar in hand.
Witness his success, witness his strength.
Witness the greatness of his destiny.

The beauty of being broken comes from within.
It fights, it punches, it won’t let go.
Until this man, guitar in hand,
Grew up to be healed;
No longer broken, but whole.

-- a gift for my brother