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letra de broken thing - kyle stibbs

[narrator, spoken]
back in ellomin, sariah has just finished addressing the remainder of martin’s wounds. about to close her door, she sees martin sit down on her front steps, holding a broken model train. he is clearly upset

[sariah, spoken]
it’s just a model train, martin, a small price to pay for your life

[verse 1, martin]
it wasn’t just a model train
it was a gift from a friend
now it’s just a broken thing
and i won’t see him again
the poet shattered my lute
it was a gift from my mother
now it’s just a broken thing
i look around and i wonder

[verse 2, martin]
am i just collecting things to lose?
are the broken things breaking me too?
i just wanted to give joy, now i’m out here taking lives
i’m preparеd to sacrifice, singing reuben’s lullaby, but i
thought lifе would be different
didn’t think i would lose so much
it used to be simple
or maybe it never was
[verse 3, martin]
my mother’s instrument’s broken, i’m gonna cry ‘cause i mean it
somehow, i’ve got father’s dagger despite not getting to meet him
maybe it’s life trying to tell me i need more violence than music
if k!lling helps save a brother, i’ve got no choice but to do it

[chorus, martin]
but i-
i-i just wanted to sing, now i’m a broken thing
i-i just wanted to sing, now i’m a broken thing

[sariah, spoken]
oh, martin

[verse 4, sariah]
you’re not a broken thing
so cast away that thought
you’re a person with a heart
who’s had to deal with too much loss
once gone, our spirits exist
if by those left behind we’re still missed
you keep your friend in your mind
in some way, that keeps him alive

[verse 5, sariah]
i was five when my parents left on their final travel
i won’t lie, it took my sorrow years to unravel
but i recall, my mother smelt of berries
and my father’s laugh could fill entire halls
they’re not gone
i still have ‘em
like how you carry your own father in your anthem
and your mother in your kindness
twice now, you’ve saved my brother’s life
so i, for one, am glad you found your father’s knife
[verse 6, sariah]
but your music is important
you still have joy to spread
i can’t replace your lute
but take my old guitar instead
i worry for my brother
every single time he’s gone
but last time, i found comfort in your “send off song”

[sariah, spoken]
so here, take it. it’s from when i was younger, so the size should be just right

- kyle stibbs

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