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.