Abuse

A cry in the night,
no one seems to hear.
a bruise on her arm,
everyone pretends isn't there.

you can see and hear,
I know it's true.
so why do you cover for him,
what's he got on you?

a limp in his walk,
a imprint on his knee to prove it.
there's fear in his eyes,
don't tell me you cant see it.

you see the something i do,
yet you just sit an watch.
what if he was your child,
would the pain be worth the loss?

another hospital visit,
why do you just turn your head?
another "accident" on her file,
another pain piercing image left to shine.

you can't continue to walk away,
what if it were you?
they doesn't need sympathy,
just wide open arms...to run to.