Shes a broken lady
Waiting to be mended
Like a potter would mend
A broken vase
A broken lady
Waiting to be mended
And have whats 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 ladys 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 shes a broken lady
Waiting to be mended
Like a potter would mend
A broken vase
A broken lady
Waiting to be mended
And have whats left of the pieces
Put back in place
Shes a broken lady
Waiting to be mended
And have whats left of the pieces
Put back in place