You may not hear our voices, Sometimes words are hard to find, You may not see our faces,
When our tears all fall inside.

They say we’re broken crayons, The ones that no one wants, Left aside as useless,
The ones that words can haunt, To you we may seem duller, Just what could we dream of, But broken crayons color,
And hurting hearts can love.

We know we may seem diff’rent, Sometimes life just doesn’t rhyme, To live and laugh like others, Just to heal and never hide.

They say we’re broken crayons, The ones that no one wants, Left aside as useless,
The ones that words can haunt, To you we may seem duller, Just what could we dream of, But broken crayons color,
And hurting hearts can love.

Life looks so easy all for you, Like climbing up a tree,
Or do you struggle like I do, Maybe you are more like me, More like me.

I know I may seem diff’rent, But my dream’s not colorblind, To live and laugh like others, Just to heal and never hide.

They say we’re broken crayons, Those dull discarded hues, Perfectly imperfect,
The ones no one would choose, To you we may seem duller,
We may not shine above,
But broken crayons color, What’s a rainbow without love?

For ev’ry broken crayon,
We are ev’ry tear that was,
Broken crayons feel with color, Cause our hurting hearts feel love, You say we’re broken crayons, We’re not broken,
We feel love. . .