Sung by Martina McBride
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 loving up on her
Give a little and take it back
She'd tell him about her dreams
And he'd just shoot them down
Lord he loved to make her cry
Your 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
Then you ought to 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 carries her dreams
Then you ought to see her fly
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
And you ought to see her fly
With a broken wing
