Broken Lady

She's a broken lady

Waiting to be mended

Like a potter would mend

A broken vase

A broken lady

Waiting to be mended

And have what's left of the pieces

Put back in place

Her love is like a fortress

Around a man she would have died for

Taking care, to take care of all he needed

But the lady's fortress slowly turned into a prison

And the warning signs he gave, she never heeded

She vowed every morning

That what God joined together

No one else in the world could pull apart

Then the walls came tumbling to the ground

And her world came crashing down around her heart

Her heart

Now she's a broken lady

Waiting to be mended

Like a potter would mend

A broken vase

A broken lady

Waiting to be mended

And have what's left of the pieces

Put back in place

She's a broken lady

Waiting to be mended

And have what's left of the pieces

Put back in place