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iii. Broken Instrument - Victory

Lyrics by：Victory Boyd

Composed by：Victory Boyd

Produced by：Victory Boyd

Every now and then he fishes

Through the dirt piles

He's the local street bum

From which everyone witholds their smiles

He gave no concern to the judgments

That other people made

And walked right inside

The junkyard unafraid

Closer and closer he gets

To the spot where I reside

One object after the next

He tosses aside

And I cannot lie

I'm hoping that he'll pick me up

But I'm almost certain

That I'll be denied

Closer and closer he gets

And to my surprise

He stops all the digging

And fixes his eyes on me

He pulled me up and wiped off the dust

But then he saw the crack in my side

And I thought he would put me right back

No into his cart and close to his heart

He treasured me as he pushed me

Through the junkyard gates

Who is this man that he can see

Value in me

Who is this man that he can hear

The plight that I plead

Yes we went through town

Away from the junkyard

Where I was found

We passed the place

Where I broke down

We going somewhere

That's safe and sound

And to my surprise

We came right to the biggest

Mansion around

This guy is not a street bum

What he wears is a disguise

He took me inside and fixed me up

With new parts and supplies

Oh this man must be

The maker for which I've cried

Who else would believe in me

A broken instrument that died

I've never known music to be so fine

The way he plays me is so divine

The whole world hears us together

And starts to cry

So let my sound forever be

A testament of

How the maker can restore value

To the life of a broken instrument