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Broken Promises, Broken Hearts by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
They woke at dawn, worked till the stars lit the sky,
Dreaming of better for my sister and I.
They saved for our schools, for our tools, for our climb,
They gave us their best, with their hearts on the line.
Generation by generation, the cycle begins,
Parents chasing dreams through thick and thin.
Faith in a future they could never see,
Building the road so their children live free.
But the rules keep changing, dreams fall apart,
Broken promises, broken hearts.
The ones in power twist the line,
Leaving hard-working folks further behind.
My wife and I worked with no days for rest,
Determined, devoted to give our kids the best.
We got them through school, gave them the tools,
But greed's new game tore apart the rules.
Now the rules keep changing, dreams fall apart,
Broken promises, broken hearts.
The ones in power twist the line,
Leaving hard-working folks further behind.
We climbed those hills with faith so blind,
Trusting in a country once so kind.
But now greed’s the leader, prosperity’s divide,
And hope feels so fragile for the ones who’ve tried.
The rules keep changing, dreams fall apart,
Broken promises, broken hearts.
The sweat of the many feeds the rise of the few,
But hope will remain if we see it through.
To my kids, I pray for a brighter sky,
For dreams to flourish, not wither and die.
We’ll keep climbing, keep fighting, no dreams will depart,
Even with broken promises, even with broken hearts.
Even with broken promises,  with broken hearts.
broken ......promises
broken ..........hearts.....broken ...hearts....broken ..........hearts.....broken ...hearts....

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Broken Promises, Broken Hearts by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A pretty woman turned to me
And she said darling do you gamble?
Would you place a bet on me
and take a chance on someone you can’t handle?

She said maybe I could break your heart
Or maybe bring you to your knees
It would be so easy you know
Almost like a desert breeze.

Would you be willing to take a chance
After just one dance, would you, could you?
Would you be willing to make one bet
That I could use my charms to seduce you?

I turned and said that in my book, 
You dear are nothing, nothing but trouble.
She smiled and said that maybe so
But what if I met your bet and made it double?

Would you still take a chance on romance
Would you dance the night away?
Would you later tell me darling
I’m sorry but there’s no way I can stay?

I said, you see there’s someone back at home
Someone so dear to my heart
That to do what you are proposing
Doesn’t have a chance in hell to start.

As I said, as I turned to walk away,
in my book you are nothing but trouble.
Even if I considered taking a chance on you
The price would be far more than double.

You see when you break someone’s heart
after you do something like a fool
You have to face the next morning 
With your body floating in the hotel pool.
©2025 wr heustis

Darling Do You Gamble

Good Love tb <3

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Broken Promises, Broken Hearts by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder