One of my favorites Broken Wing- by Martina McBride With a broken wing she carries her dreams man you ought to see her fly She loved him like he was the last man on earth Gave him everything she ever had He'd break her spirit down Then come lovin' up on her Give a little Then take it back She'd tell him 'bout her dreams He'd just shoot 'em down Lord he loved to make her cry You're crazy for believing you'll ever leave the ground He said only angels know how to fly And with a broken wing She still sings She keeps an eye on the sky With a broken wing She carries her dreams Man you oughta see her fly One Sunday morning She didn't go to church He wondered why she didn't leave He went up to the bedroom Found a note by the window With the curtains blowing in the breeze And with a broken wing She still sings She keeps an eye on the sky With a broken wing She stil sings Man you oughta see her fly With a broken wing She carries her dreams Man you oughta see her fly
