Broken Rhythm of My Heart

Oh, these hands, they work so hard

Building hope, breaking scars

But my heart, it’s torn apart

A silent ache, a weary art

My hands they heal, they build, they bend

They do the work, they mend, defend

But in the shadows of my mind

A different battle, hard to find

No tool can fix a broken soul

No gesture heal what’s out of control

My heart’s a battlefield, a tragic code

A story told in every scar I hold

Hands that help, yet can’t mend my pain

Fighting shadows, lost in rain

Walking dead with a wounded heart

A silent cry, a fractured art

Through the struggles, I’ve survived

But these wounds, they’ve survived

No spark ignites the dark within

Just echoes of where hope has been

No tool can fix a broken soul

No gesture heal what’s out of control

My heart’s a battlefield, a tragic code

A story told in every scar I hold

Hands that help, yet can’t mend my pain

Fighting shadows, lost in rain

Walking dead with a wounded heart

A silent cry, a fractured art

Can’t reach the part that’s bleeding deep

Lost in tears I cannot keep

This scar, it’s my silent scream

Holding onto a shattered dream

So I wear my scars like armor’s grace

Walking shadows in empty space

My hands give life, my heart’s restrained

A broken rhythm, silent pain