Crippled Bird

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 and 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, would be a pleasure
 Slow to heal, 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
 There is nothing quite as painful
 As a true blue broken heart
 Oh, to die, would be a pleasure
 Slow to heal, but quick to cry
 Fragile as a sparrow's feather
 Crippled bird too blue to fly
 Fragile as a sparrow's feather
 Crippled bird too blue to fly.