A broken heart like a broken wing it must have its time to mend
I am like a crippled bird in hopes one day to fly again
I loved you so I was faithful I cared more than words could say
But love is cruel and life is hateful now you've gone and flown away
Oh to die 'twould be a pleasure slow to heel but quick to cry
Fragile as a sparrow's feather crippled bird too blue to fly
Oh the loss is cold and shameful and the grief so deep and sharp
And there is nothing quite as painful as a true blue broken heart
Oh to die 'twould be a pleasure...
Fragile as a sparrow's feather crippled bird too blue to fly
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