No Heaven for the Broken


Steel strings bend… hearts don’t mend… and angels don’t come this far down.

I got ghosts ridin’ shotgun, tears in my rearview,
Scars on my hands from the things I’ve been through.
Crosses on the roadside, names in the rain,
Too many miles, too much pain.

They said there’s light if I’d just kneel,
But this road don’t care what I feel.

No heaven for the broken, no angels sing my name,
Just the sound of tires spinnin’ through the shame.
I’ve prayed on blacktop, I’ve wept in chrome,
Still wake up tired in a world not home.
If there’s grace, I ain’t yet awoken—
‘Cause there’s no heaven for the broken.

Whiskey don’t heal, but it sure helps forget,
The names, the lies, the unpaid debt.
She said I was more rust than gold,
And I guess that’s the truth she told.

I ride like a prayer on a knife-edge wind,
Tryin’ to outrun what crawls within.

No heaven for the broken, just roads that bend and break,
Dreams gone dry like a desert lake.
I light one match for the man I was,
Then watch it burn without a cause.
If mercy calls, I ain't yet spoken—
‘Cause there’s no heaven for the broken.

Maybe one day I’ll ride out clean,
Find peace somewhere I ain’t seen.
But tonight I drift like a midnight prayer,
To a God who might not be there.

No heaven for the broken, but I ride all the same,
Carvin’ my truth in the wind and flame.
I’ve lost my soul, but I won’t fake,
I’ll die standin’ with a heart that aches.
If I fall, let it be unspoken—
There’s no heaven for the broken.

And I ride… just the road and me…
No savior. No plea.
Just broken… and free.

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Writer: HL Shields/Songsmith