When you were born you were not alone, Nothing was carved into the stone quite yet but don't forget, You heard someone say, it won't get better than this! That was the sound of your father, As he held you up to your mother. No one will ever know, a love as pure as the one that you felt right then.
They held you up, they held you up, And everybody else they fell to the wayside. This is the start, the beginning, The prologue to the tale that you're spinning. A million synonyms will never come close to describe the feeling.
Don't ever leave, cause if you do dear, I guarantee that you'll regret the day you did, And you'll miss all the simple things, And you'll see everything you ever loved start fading till there's nothing left, oh oh.
And I believe that every broken bone is meant to be, And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before, And I see the things that I pretend that I don't see, And I keep them in my head love, if only for memories.
So now you're young and you feel alone, Despite friends family and all the good things now surrounding you, You can't help thinking, "Oh there's gotta be some more to do." When all the things that you cherish, Turn into burdens then there is, No other path to take, you know what you got to do but you don't know how.
They'll hold you back, they'll hold you down, And you kinda feel bad but you know that you gotta get out. This is your pain your dilemma, Do you stay in the town where they raised ya? Or will you sail away, Pull the anchor and go heading for the come what may?
You have to leave, Cause if you don't dear, You'll never see the things you read about in books. You saw the films and you were hooked, But everything you want won't come to you, You realize now that you gotta go see this through.
I believe that every broken bone is meant to be, And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before, And I see the things that I pretend that I don't see, And I keep them in my head love, if only for memories.
So now you're old, raising your own. Two souls, to put yourself at home. You finally settled down, You've seen the world but your heart never left this town. They have the eyes of your mother, The kind of crooked teeth of their father, No one will ever know, a love as pure as the love that you feel for them.
You'll hold them up, you'll hold them up, And everybody else should fall to the wayside. There is no end no beginning, On this merry-go-round we call living, Someday you will return, every single ounce of the love you were given.
Someday they'll go, And when they leave home, You will be grateful for the lesson that you learned. You had to travel half the world, To realize what you knew all along, That everything will end up where it belongs.
I believe that every broken bone is meant to be, And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before, And I see the things that I pretend that I don't see, And I keep them in my head love, if only for memories.