These Broken Things

These Broken Things

A Poem by AKProctor
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lyrics - fall 2010

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So, tell me - who's the hero?

How does the story end?

Do the things we leave broken

ever find a way to mend?

Who will be your savior

when the lights go out?

I'd only leave you here if I knew

you'd never go without.

But, until then, I'm filled with doubt -

So put it all on me

put the weight on my shoulders.

I promised to be bolder,

even if it made me colder.

Just blame it all on me

I'll take what you can give

that's just the price of living

and I guess it's what I get

I guess that's what I get.

So, tell me, what's the secret

to mean well and to do?

I have failed so many times

with different versions of you.

I want to be the answer

but I just don't know how.

I'd only leave you here if I knew

you'd never go without.

But, until then, I'm filled with doubt.

So put it all on me

put the weight on my shoulders

I promised to be bolder

even if it made me colder

Just blame it all on me

I'll take what you can give

that's just the price of living

and  I guess it's what I get

I guess that's what I

Have tried so hard to run so far

from the shallow place that I was born

But it's not enough for love

just to want more...

So put it all on me

put the weight on my shoulders

I promised to be bolder

even if it made me colder

Just blame it all on me

I'll take what you can give

that's just the price of living

and  I guess it's what I get

That's what I get.


So, tell me - who's your hero?

How's the story end?

Do these broken things I've left

find a way to mend?


© 2014 AKProctor


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AKProctor
AKProctor

Raleigh, NC



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Longtime dabbler, first-timer with a first draft on the slab. Speculative fictions seems to be my genre du jour, though I drift into the romantic. more..

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