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 fly1