I'm going to tell you a story about a very strong woman
She took lies and abuse from her violent, drunk husband

He controlled her every emotion and made her very wary
She constantly tred on egg-shells, this was more than scary

She was always to blame; he says she drove him to it
She couldn't help but believe him, maybe thats why she got hit

He covered her with bruises; which were sometimes easily noticed
She knew herself what they were but told her friends to take no notice

He always started the arguments and then they would begin to fight
At the end he'd walk out, only to be expected back later that night

Anxiously she would wait for him, knowing what was going to happen
She would feel sick to her stomach, she knew she would get a bashing

Suddenly she would hear the door slam and run for a place to hide
She knew he would be looking for her, she couldn't help but break down and cry

Her children were terrified of him; they regularly saw what he would do
He would say that she was crazy; they knew he wasn't telling the truth

She tried her hardest to protect them, even if it put her in danger
They were always on her side, to them he was nothing but a stranger

Was this going to be her life? Did she not deserve any happiness?
She began to lose faith and hope, believing the answer was yes