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 ought to see her fly.
She still sings.
She keeps an eye on the sky.
With a broken wing,
She carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to see her fly.
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A Broken Wing by Martina McBride
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