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