One after another as they stream down her cheek,
Her voice soft spoken but yet she cant speak,
Her crystal blue eyes, so filled with tears,
Her face is red, and adds many years,
Her weep and her cries,
So many there'd be,
But so less they'd come,
If it wasn't for he,
At the start it was so perfect, so happy, so grand,
But now She cries from abuse, and the fist of his hand,
He beats her and shatters her dreams and her hopes,
She feels tied down, By chains, by ropes,
She cannot live any longer with this man of sin,
So happy she'd be now if she'd never met him,
She prays every night that the tables will turn,
She prays and she prays until her broken heart burns,
Thinking of the past, of her family,
Such happy times she has shared with thee,
To end it all she grabs a knife from the kitchen drawer,
He spots her and in rage he beats to the floor,
"Death come NOW" she cries and she pleads,
Wishing Satan would rise and conduct evil deeds,
She thrust the knife upward and into his chest it goes,
Where his body lies today, No one really knows,
Happy she is, that her predator is gone,
It's been years since her sun has without cloud shone,
Singing she runs, through blossomed meadows,
Rose gardens lush, rows upon rows,
She laughs as she rolls down soft green hills,
At night she gets drunk and lets the red wine spill,
Without getting beaten she's so glad to be,
Be alive and with her family,
But yet at night her heart still burns,
Dreaming of her predator and bruises she never earned,
Her weeps are over and cries at bay,
She no longer takes beatings, shes no longer has to pay,
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Deticated to all of the women beaten world wide each day
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