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I'm tired of being strong around the clock each day.
I'm tired of biting back the honest words I'd say.
I'm putting down the heavy load I built for show.
And letting all the tender parts just breathe and grow.
I'll stumble when I say the honest part out loud.
I'll tremble like a leaf before a passing cloud.
But that's the only way the quiet truth is found.
And strength is not the armor, it's the trembling sound.
A cracked bell rings a note that perfect bells can't play.
It doesn't need a polished shine to ring all day.
So let me ring with every honest crack I own.
I'm not a perfect bell, but I am never alone.
A cracked bell rings a note that perfect bells can't play.
It doesn't need a polished shine to ring all day.
Let the shaky voice be heard, let the smallness stay.
I don't need to be a tower to feel okay.
I'll stumble when I say the honest part out loud.
I'll tremble like a leaf before a passing cloud.
But that's the only way the quiet truth is found.
And strength is not the armor, it's the trembling sound.
A cracked bell rings a note that perfect bells can't play.
It doesn't need a polished shine to ring all day.
So let me ring with every honest crack I own.
I'm not a perfect bell, but I am never alone.
A cracked bell rings a note that perfect bells can't play.
It doesn't need a polished shine to ring all day.
Let the shaky voice be heard, let the smallness stay.
I don't need to be a tower to feel okay.
