BGB

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BROKEN, BUT NOT DONE INTRO — Spoken. Deep. Intimate. Almost whispered. Well… There’s a thing about a man who’s seen too much. He learns to read a room. He learns to face the dark. He learns how to save a life. But nobody teaches him what to do with a broken heart. And that’s where the real fight begins. VERSE 1 I’ve walked through fire on foreign ground, With blood on my hands and no way down. Five different tongues, a thousand miles, I’ve seen death stare back and learned to smile. From desert heat to mountain snow, I’ve been where most men fear to go. I’ve held the broken, stitched the torn, Watched good men fall and still carried on. PRE-CHORUS But there’s no medal for the nights alone, No silver star for an empty home. You can pull a stranger from the grave, But you can’t make somebody stay. CHORUS I’m broken, but I’m not done, Still standing underneath this sun. I’ve lost some battles I can’t explain, Carried love, swallowed pain. There’s a scar for every road I’ve crossed, A thousand memories of what I’ve lost. If you ask me who I am, I’m still that soldier, Still that man. Broken, but not done. No, the fight ain’t done. VERSE 2 I wore that green beret with pride, Kept every dark fear locked inside. I spoke in words from five different lands, But some things no tongue understands. A wedding ring can turn to dust, And forever can surrender trust. The hardest wound a man can hide Is missing the children who once stood by his side. PRE-CHORUS 2 There’s no operation for a soul that aches, No clean incision for a heart that breaks. Some wounds never show their scars, They follow you home from the world’s farthest parts. CHORUS I’m broken, but I’m not done, Still standing underneath this sun. I’ve lost some battles I can’t explain, Carried love, swallowed pain. There’s a scar for every road I’ve crossed, A thousand memories of what I’ve lost. If you ask me who I am, I’m still that soldier, Still that man. Broken, but not done. No, the fight ain’t done. BRIDGE — Quiet piano and acoustic guitar. Vocal almost cracks. Maybe I’m strange. Maybe I’m scarred. Maybe I’ve travelled too damn far. Maybe the man I used to be Is somewhere out there, Still looking for me. And if my children ever hear this song, I hope they know I loved them all along. Some words get lost, Some years slip away, But love doesn’t die Just because a man can’t find the words to say. BUILD — Drums enter slowly. Guitar rises. I’ve carried the weight. I’ve swallowed the pain. I’ve walked through the fire And stood in the rain. I don’t need pity. I don’t need a crown. I’ve been knocked to my knees, But I ain’t staying down. FINAL CHORUS — Full band. Massive guitars. Gospel choir. I’m broken, but I’m not done! I’ve faced the darkness, stood my ground! I’ve seen the world, I’ve walked through hell, I’ve got a thousand stories I will never tell! I’ve lost my home, I’ve lost my way, But there’s a little fire That still won’t fade! And if tomorrow calls my name, I will rise! I will rise! And face the flame! GOSPEL CHOIR — Call and response LEAD: I’m broken! CHOIR: BUT NOT DONE! LEAD: I’ve been beaten! CHOIR: BUT NOT BEATEN DOWN! LEAD: I’ve lost so much! CHOIR: BUT YOU’RE STILL HERE! LEAD: After all these years! CHOIR: YOU’RE STILL HERE! ALL: BROKEN, BUT NOT DONE! BROKEN, BUT NOT DONE! OUTRO — Band fades. One low electric guitar. Spoken voice returns. Fifty-five years… A hundred and six countries… Lives saved. Dreams lost. People loved. People gone. And a few things left unsaid. But you see… A broken man ain’t necessarily a beaten man. Sometimes he’s just a man who’s been carrying the weight for far too long. And he’s still here. Still breathing. Still fighting. Still Rockdoc.