Mis||treated||

I\'ve got scar and scrapes,
burns and bruises.
Just from violent,
regular abuses.

You see the face,
of a horrid man.
You can\'t move your feet,
you can only stand.

Take the blows,
as they come.
And hope that soon,
he will be done.

He\'s done and sends you,
off to your room.
You stand by the window,
and look at the moon.

You pray to God,
this will be ending.
And you relationship with him,
will begin all the mending.