Still Unbroken
Author: Unknown
Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted road, shifting gears
Year after year, it's all or nothing.
But I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I've got
Ain't much left Lord, there's so much that's been stolen.
I guess I've lost everything I had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken.
Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel the spirit in my soul
There's something Lord I can't control
I'm never givin' up while I'm still breathin'.
Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin' through my veins
Like a river pourin' down into the ocean
I'm out here on the street
But I'm standin' on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
How the elements of nature and the strong will to survive during the tough times are connected.
Comments (8)
Please keep your fine words flowing Like a river pourin' down into the ocean for us to swim in! Still alone, still alive, still unbroken.
I'm Dublin born, so keeping on runs through my veins to my very soul. I couldn't be any other way. So glad you like it!
gnj4u,
Thank you so much for your kind words. I shall indeed keep the words flowing to the ocean.