Broken Hero

She walks through her house with a booze in hand,Nobody knows the pain behind her back.Wearing the same clothes she wore every day,She hides the bruises with leather and jeans. A dark-haired beauty in a big big world,Nobody knows who she truly is.Rude and careless as the world assumes,All she wishes is to survive another day. Through the wind and the rainShe drowns out the pain. Whiskey and men,Is her only way to live.She’s a broken hero. She never laughs,She never cries.She's broken and she’s shattered,But she never asks for help. Broken soul caught in the hands of fate,Sometimes she wishes she was never born. A fragile heart weeps in the darkness of nightThe neighbors hear,But they turn their backs. A broken hero caught in the world of lost,All she can do is push them away. Dangerous and careless as the world assumes,All she wishes is to have someone to love. Through the wind and the rainShe stands hard as a stoneBut all her dreams,Has faded into dust. She stands up,And she fights.But all she can think Is she’s a broken hero.A broken hero. Somebody drinks in a crowded bar,A broken soul that the world forgot.Fading into the sea of the world,She walks through her house with a booze in hand,Nobody knows the pain behind her back.Wearing the same clothes she wore every day,She hides the bruises with leather and jeans. A dark-haired beauty in a big big world,Nobody knows who she truly is.Rude and careless as the world assumes,All she wishes is to survive another day. Through the wind and the rainShe drowns out the pain. Whiskey and men,Is her only way to live.She’s a broken hero. She never laughs,She never cries.She's broken and she’s shattered,But she never asks for help. Broken soul caught in the hands of fate,Sometimes she wishes she was never born. A fragile heart weeps in the darkness of nightThe neighbors hear,But they turn their backs. A broken hero caught in the world of lost,All she can do is push them away. Dangerous and careless as the world assumes,All she wishes is to have someone to love. Through the wind and the rainShe stands hard as a stoneBut all her dreams,Has faded into dust. She stands up,And she fights.But all she can think Is she’s a broken hero.A broken hero. Somebody drinks in a crowded bar,A broken soul that the world forgot.Fading into the sea of the world,Sometimes she wonders if she was meant to exist. Through the wind and the storm,She cries out in her heart,But her dreams dissolve into dust.She’s a broken hero.A broken hero.A broken hero.Sometimes she wonders if she was meant to exist. Through the wind and the storm,She cries out in her heart,But her dreams dissolve into dust.She’s a broken hero.A broken hero.A broken hero.

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Amber Liu

Here is a poem/song I wrote about a retired superhero.

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