Broken Man

He once had a purpose, a reason to rise,
A fire in his heart, a light in his eyes.
A soldier, a brother, a friend at his core,

But the weight of the world made him stumble and fall.
Could have been… but he let the darkness win,
Now all that remains is where he’s been.

Now he’s a burden, sitting in the hall,
Talking about the good old days that never were at all.
The world kept moving, but he never made the turn,
A broken man who can't see what’s true,
Thinks everyone left, but they just outgrew.

The mirror don’t lie, it just stares back still,
Shows the man he became against his will.
He used to stand tall, now he leans on regret,
Playing reruns of a life he forgets.
Every sip another chance to erase the pain,
But the bottle don’t heal, it just numbs for a bit.

His kids grew up with memories dim,
Of a man who once held them, but never again.

He traded their love for a drink in his hand,
Now his world’s as empty as a desolate land.

The world went on, but he stayed the same,
A broken man with nowhere to go,
Just a ghost of the man he used to know.

The bottle don’t judge, it don’t forgive,
He swears he will change when the timing’s right,
But time gave up sometime last night.
He says, “Man, I ain’t broken, just misunderstood,”
But even the mirror knows when it ain't good.
He built his kingdom on ifs and mights,
Now he’s crowning himself in sleepless nights.

He’s digging through ashes looking for fire,
But some flames don’t burn; they just expire.
Once a soldier, once a brother, once a friend,
Now he’s living with a bottle 'coz it lets him pretend.

The bottle rolls empty, the night gets cold,
He dreams of the days when he still had hold.
Somewhere inside, that fire still tries,
But ashes don’t burn, and the soul don’t rise.
He once was a man, now just a shell,
Wrestling with ghosts of a life gone astray.