“Ain’t Broken Yet”

I’ve got a little dirt underneath my nails,

A few old scars and some stories to tell.

I’ve cried in the dark where nobody knew,

Wondered how much more this heart could go through.

I’ve watched people leave when I needed ’em most,

Held back tears while I smiled for a toast.

But somewhere beneath all the hurt I’ve known,

There’s a woman standing who learned to stand alone.

Yeah, life tried to take my fire,

Tried to bury my dreams in the ground.

But every time I thought I was finished,

Something inside me said, “Not now.”

I ain’t broken yet,

I’m just bent from the weight I’ve carried.

I ain’t lost my way,

I’m just taking roads nobody else would dare.

These tears on my face

Ain’t weakness, baby, they’re proof I survived.

I’ve been knocked down, left behind,

But Lord knows I’m still alive.

So let the whole world see what’s left—

I ain’t broken yet.

I’ve loved with a heart that was bigger than mine,

Gave second chances I should’ve declined.

I poured out my soul till there wasn’t much left,

Then had to learn how to choose myself.

I’ve sat at the table with nothing to say,

Prayed for tomorrow while fighting today.

And if you ask me what keeps me strong,

It’s knowing I’ve survived everything that said I wouldn’t belong.

I’ve got a little more gray in my hair,

A little more wisdom and less fear.

And every scar I carry on me

Is another reason I’m still standing here.

I ain’t broken yet,

I’m just bent from the weight I’ve carried.

I ain’t lost my way,

I’m just taking roads nobody else would dare.

These tears on my face

Ain’t weakness, baby, they’re proof I survived.

I’ve been knocked down, left behind,

But Lord knows I’m still alive.

So let the whole world see what’s left—

I ain’t broken yet.

Maybe I’m not who I was before,

Maybe I don’t trust like I used to anymore.

But there’s beauty in becoming

After everything tried to destroy you.

And I’m learning that sometimes

The strongest thing a woman can do

Is pick herself up off that floor

And choose herself…

One more time.

I ain’t broken yet,

Baby, look at me—I’m still breathing.

I’ve got a heart that’s been through hell,

But somehow it still believes in dreaming.

These tears on my face

Are just rivers washing yesterday away.

I’ve been knocked down, left behind,

But I’m still here at the end of the day.

So turn that old guitar up,

Let this wounded heart confess—

I’ve been through the fire,

But I ain’t broken yet.

No, I ain’t broken…

I’m becoming somebody new.

And everything I survived

Is what made me…

Me.