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

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

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