Skal To The Broken

Raise the horn, raise it high

Tonight we drink for those unseen
To the hurt who smiled through pain
To the tired who rose again
To the ones still rebuilding slow

Brick by brick where ruins grow
To survivors of the dark
Still protecting one small spark
To the overlooked who gave
More than any praise could save

Hear the hall, hear it ring
Some scars shine more than kings

Skal to the broken, skal to the scarred
Skal to the hearts that kept beating hard
Skal to the weary still carrying on
Skal to the broken who never were gone

To the mothers holding lines
To the fathers spent by time
To the souls no crowd applauds
Still standing under heavy odds

To the lonely keeping grace
To the tears no one could trace
To the honorable and true
Who kept walking thunder through

Raise the horn, raise it tall
Some who bent out stood them all

Skal to the broken, skal to the scarred
Skal to the hearts that kept beating hard
Skal to the weary still carrying on
Skal to the broken who never were gone

Not all crowns are made of gold
Some are worn by those who hold
One more line through one more night
One more flame through failing light

Skal to the hurt, skal to the tired
Skal to the ones who climbed through the fire
Skal to survivors, skal to the strong
Skal to the broken who carried on

Raise the horn, raise the horn to the broken

Skal