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 was 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
Now she's a broken lady
Waiting to be mended
Like a potter would mend
A broken vase
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