BROKEN FLUTE Full song is on my You Tube channel. ⬇️Lyrics⬇️ 🎵( SOMETIMES THE MUSIC COMES THROUGH) Sometimes my heart is a little wooden flute, Carried by the wind in old worn-out boots. It has tiny cracks that nobody can see, But the lonely evening whispers back to me. I tried to hide every tear that I knew, Painting little rainbows over skies of blue. Still the silent stars would softly understand, Why I held my dreams with trembling little hands. If I were perfect, Would I sing at all? Maybe broken branches Teach the birds to call. Sometimes the break in your heart Becomes the place where the music starts. Like a flute with a hollow inside, It learns how to carry the wind and cry. Every tear becomes a silver stream, Every sorrow guards a tiny dream. Don't be afraid when the world falls apart— Sometimes the music comes through your heart. Children draw the sunshine even after rain, Even when tomorrow still remembers pain. Little flowers grow between the stones somehow, Maybe hope is learning how to blossom now. The moon has scars upon its gentle face, Still it fills the dark with quiet grace. Maybe all the cracks we wish to hide away Open little windows where the light can stay. If you hear my tiny shaking voice tonight, Know it's searching softly for a little light. I am not a hero, I am small and true, Just a lonely child still believing you. Sometimes the break in your heart Becomes the place where the music starts. Like a flute that welcomes every breeze, Turning silent pain to melodies. When the night is deep and dreams seem far, Love can find the smallest star. So if your heart feels torn apart, Let the music come through your heart. The wind keeps singing... The flute keeps breathing... And somewhere inside the quiet dark, A little song is mending a broken heart. - @lavendelai