He Has No Idea

This is part 2 of my earlier post, titled “A Day of Dichotomies.”

After I finished writing that last all-over-the-place post, my son came downstairs and asked me to listen to the song he had just learned on his guitar. The song was “Broken” by Lifehouse. He has no idea what he just did for me. No idea how he stirred my overwhelmed heart. No idea how I wanted to burst into tears at the sight of him singing and playing such a song at a time like this. Without getting into the specifics, I will only say that I feel burdened and just plain sad right now.

Someday I will tell him about this night and how he helped heal a piece of his mom’s heart. But for now, I’ll let him relish in his own coolness at mastering a new song. Here are the lyrics, the perfect lyrics…

“Broken” by Lifehouse

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they’re still looking for life

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain (in the pain), is there healing
In your name (in your name) I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’)
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m hangin’ on another day
Just to see what you throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven’t forgotten my way home

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain(In the pain) there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’),
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’),
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

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  1. Matt

    Very sweet and wonderful story. Amazing the things our kids say and do that make the difference between night and day, and, for me, the difference between giving up and keeping it all together.

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