by D. Edward Kucera
She's been there. God knows, she's been there.
She has seen and done it all.
She's a woman. She knows how to dish it out or take it all.
Her heart's as soft as feathers, still she weathers stormy skies.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
A kaleidoscope of colors, you can toss her around and round.
You can keep her in your vision, but you'll never keep her down.
She's a lover, she's a mother, she's a friend, and she's a wife.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
Gentle as the sweet magnolia, strong as steel, her faith and pride.
She's an everlasting shoulder, she's the leaning post of life.
She hurts deep and when she weeps, she's just as fragile as a child.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
She's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
Oh, bless her lord.
She's an eagle when she flies.
