5 years she spent being his slave,
His abusive nature would soon take her to her grave,
5 years she spent "punishing herself" with a silver knife,
Everyone watched as he was slowly taking her life,
She began to grow weak and get very sick,
Someone had to do something, and quick,
The wounds were getting deeper,
The hill was getting steeper,
Suddenly she could barely stand...
And then this boy came into her life and she had feelings she did not understand,
She no longer wanted to cry,
She no longer felt the need to die,
Her mind was foggy and confused,
Had she grown so attached to being so abused?
When this boy held her she wanted to scream,
Had he woken her from her oh so familiar bad dream?
Had she found security in his arms?
Would he really protect her from harm?
When her boyfriend found out he called her a wh***,
Screamed in her face and threw her out the door,
She would no longer be a part of his life,
But for the first time she was living HER life...
This tall stranger with arms of saftey was her light,
She could finally stop and rest for the night...
No longer was there conflict in her heart,
She'd lost the demon that tore her apart,
She wanted to sing and dance...
This boy had given her a second chance...
