Lonely Hearts and Broken Homes

acoustic melodic country

August 7th, 2024suno

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[Verse] In a small office down by the courthouse square, He's packin' papers, got heart but no flair, Morning coffee, through dim halls he roams, Helping folks find their way in lonely hearts and broken homes. [Verse 2] He’s got a wife and a love that's firm, No kids to chase, no dreams to affirm, Yet each night’s toll is plain to see, As he fights battles where no one wins, but still he stands free. [Chorus] Breaking hearts ain't the same as breakin' bread, Each story's a tear, a wound that won't shed, But he smiles through the pain, hides the hurt he calls home, In lonely hearts and broken homes. [Verse 3] Weekends spent in the fields of green, With his true love in scenes serene, Monday morning, the cycle starts anew, Facin' tales of pain in rooms painted blue. [Bridge] He's seen love turned mad, seen joy fade away, Through judges’ gavel and papers that weigh, So much heavier than any he’s known, Yet he shoulders the load, he’s never alone. [Chorus] Breaking hearts ain't the same as breakin' bread, Each story's a tear, a wound that won't shed, But he smiles through the pain, hides the hurt he calls home, In lonely hearts and broken homes.

Lonely Hearts and Broken Homes

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