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Lyrics
Verse 1
They call me an inspiration when I’m barely staying whole,
see the way I hold up others, never how it drains my soul.
I’m the shoulder in the crisis, I’m the “you can lean on me,”
but the weight of all their stories keeps on knocking at my knees.
I keep pouring from a heart that’s full of cracks and quiet doubt,
smiling in their darkest nights while my own lights flicker out.
They see courage in my posture, they don’t hear the war inside,
I’m the one who keeps them breathing while I’m running out of mine.
Pre–Chorus
I’m a broken man trying to survive,
playing hero while I’m bleeding in the lines.
If you listen past the praise and all the noise,
you’d hear tremors in the edges of my voice.
Chorus
I am not a fearless saint,
I’m a cracked glass catching rain.
Holding up the ones I love
while I’m shaking in my frame.
If you think I’m made of steel,
you don’t see me when I’m done,
lying quiet on the floor
after I’ve carried everyone.
I’m a broken man still holding,
I’m the bridge they’re walking on.
If my essence starts to fade,
let these songs say I was wrong
to pretend that I was fine
while I was coming undone.
Verse 2
There are nights I watch the ceiling, feeling hollow, feeling used,
wondering if the way I love them is the way I stay abused.
’Cause I’ve swallowed my own asking just to keep their hope alive,
traded pieces of my spirit so their dreams could stay in drive.
And I know they’d say they care if they could see the other side,
but I hide it like a secret, like a weakness or a crime.
So they cheer the “strong survivor” that they made me into be,
while the man behind the title whispers, “Who takes care of me?”
Pre–Chorus
I’m a broken man trying to survive,
giving oxygen while I am running dry.
There’s a cost to being “light” for everyone,
you forget your own skin also needs the sun.
Chorus
I am not a fearless saint,
I’m a cracked glass catching rain.
Holding up the ones I love
while I’m shaking in my frame.
If you think I’m made of steel,
you don’t see me when I’m done,
lying quiet on the floor
after I’ve carried everyone.
I’m a broken man still holding,
I’m the bridge they’re walking on.
If my essence starts to fade,
let these songs say I was one
who kept loving through the ache
even when the light felt gone.
Bridge
Maybe strength is not pretending that I never fall apart,
maybe strength is saying “help me” with a trembling, honest heart.
Maybe saving everybody while I slowly disappear
isn’t noble, isn’t holy, it’s just fear.
So I’m laying down this armor that they never asked me for,
I’ll still love them, but I’ll love me just as hard and maybe more.
If I want to keep on breathing while I pull them from the flood,
I need hands beside my own… not just these songs soaked in my blood.
Final Chorus
I am not your perfect rock,
I am clay that’s holding on.
If you’ve built your hope on me,
know
Details
GeneratedJul 5, 2026
Duration4:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Intro piano, pop, acoustic, acoustic guitar, meditative R&B, pop hybrid, with verses half‑spoken, male voice, soul,epic
Credits
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Eduardo_Javier
Eduardo_JavierModelAria v5.5
