Broken Lady

D G D G She's a broken lady, waiting to be mended, D G D C G Like a potter would mend a broken vase, D G D G A broken lady, waiting to be mended, D A7 G D And have what's left of the pieces, put back in place. D Her love was like a fortress, around a man she would have died for, G D Taking care, to take care of all he needed . . . . E7 But the man and his fortress slowly turned into a prison, G A7 And the warning signs she gave she never heeded. D She vowed every morning that what God had joined together, G D No one else in this world could pull apart . . . . E7 Then the walls came tumbling to the ground, G A7 And her world came crashing down around her heart . . . . Her heart. D G D G Now she's a broken lady, waiting to be mended, D G D C G Like a potter would mend a broken vase, D G D G A broken lady, waiting to be mended, D A7 G D And have what's left of the pieces, put back in place. . . .