Broken But Not BrokenIn a city where the skies are fair,Stands a symbol, a broken chair,Not of weakness, but a tale of might,A beacon for those in the fight.Across the lands, we venture far,Guided by this guiding star,Traveling roads both rough and fair,Finding strength in what's laid bare.Though the leg is shattered, split,It carries tales where warriors sit,Of journeys marked by hope and grace,Resilience found in every place.Exploring realms, both old and new,With hearts so strong, and spirits true,We face the storms, the winds, the air,With courage like that broken chair.For in our quests, we often find,The broken pieces heal the mind,And through the trials, we declare,We're broken, but we're not despaired.So let us travel, near and far,Underneath the same bright star,With stories woven, in the air,Of journeys bold, like that chair.And though we stumble, though we break,It's in the mending, paths we make,Through lands of peace, and ones in care,We rise anew, from the broken chair.