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

of all he needed
But the ladies 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
And then the walls came
tumbling to the ground
And her world came crashing

down around her heart
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