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