A broken heart like a broken wingIt must have its time to mendI am like a crippled birdIn hopes one day to fly againI loved you so and I was faithfulI cared more than words could sayBut love is cruel and life is hatefulNow you've gone and flown awayOh, to die, 'Twould be a pleasureSlow to heal, but quick to cryFragile as a sparrow's featherCrippled bird too blue to flyOh, the loss is cold and shamefulAnd the grief so deep and sharpThere is nothing quite as painfulAs a true blue broken heartOh, to die, 'Twould be a pleasureSlow to heal, but quick to cryFragile as a sparrow's featherCrippled bird too blue to flyFragile as a sparrow's featherCrippled bird too blue to fly
