A Broken Wing

Sung by: Martina McBride

She loved him like he was the last man on earth...
Gave him everything she ever had...
He'd break her spirit down...
Then come a-loving up on her...
Give a little...Take it back...
She'd tell him about her dreams...
He'd just shoot them down...
Lord, he loved to make her cry...
You're crazy for believing...
You'll ever leave the ground...
Said only angels know how to fly...

And with a broken wing she still sings...
She keeps an eye on the sky...
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams...
Man, you ought to see her fly...

Sunday morning she didn't go to church...
He wonders why she didn't leave...
He went up to the bedroom found, a note by the window...
With the curtains blowing in the breeze...

And with a broken wing she still sings...
She keeps an eye on the sky...
With a broken wing she carries her dreams...
Man, you ought to see her fly...

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This file is the author's own work
and represents their interpretation of the song.
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