Broken Things
Finding Strength Amid Broken Things: A Song's Profound Reflection
Lyrics
In my wonder I can weigh the loss that we all suffered
In my wonder, I reflect on the collective pain we all experienced.
Felt in headaches from the knowing heroes lives uncovered
The pain is felt in headaches, a result of learning about the unmasked lives of heroes.
To be seen as they had always been
The heroes are now seen as they truly are, not as idealized figures.
Nothing but a boring shade of blue
They are perceived as mundane, represented by a boring shade of blue.
From the knowing that I'll never sing in tune
The realization that the speaker will never sing in tune like others.
Like the rest of you
The speaker feels a sense of connection with others who also struggle.
Like the truth that beautiful
The truth, like beauty, can be harsh and challenging.
Could be wealthy spelt another way
Wealth can be redefined in a way that goes beyond material abundance.
Said to us in words that linger
Words linger and carry significance, shaping our perceptions.
Words that swear we'll make it through the day
Assurance in words that promise the ability to endure challenges.
Let die our spoiled architect boroughs
Let go of our privileged and indulgent architectural creations.
Let die our finger-printed window sorrows
Release the sorrows imprinted on our windows, symbolizing emotional burdens.
Let us address our wakes by name
Confront and acknowledge our losses with a personal connection.
Say "I'd have the strength to face you, day,
Express the desire to face the challenges of the day if not for personal struggles.
If not for all the broken things in my life."
Attribute the difficulty facing the day to the presence of broken elements in life.
I found the need to stay alive,
Discover the necessity to continue living, finding a reason to stay alive.
Reason enough to pay to mind
Recognize that paying attention is a valid reason to stay alive.
That all of this could mean the world
Contemplate the significance of life, acknowledging its potential or possible waste of time.
Or be such a fucking waste of time
Question the value of everything, pondering if it's worthwhile or a waste of time.
Let die our spoiled architect boroughs
Repeat the idea of letting go of privileged architectural creations.
Let die our finger-printed window sorrows
Repeat the notion of releasing sorrows imprinted on windows.
Let us address our wakes by name
Repeat the call to address wakes (funerals) by name, facing grief directly.
Say "I'd have the strength to face you, day,
Express the desire to face the day if not for the presence of broken elements in life.
Save the broken things in my life."
Highlight the impact of broken things as an obstacle to facing the challenges of the day.
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