With two black eyes she refused to cry
She held it inside until thoughts of him had finally died
When she finally was free from anger and pride
She danced for the moon as her soul found the light

She graciously tip-toed in a gown made of lace
Thanking God above for helping her hold on to her faith

Remembering a song she heard some time before
She was ready and waiting, with the chains that she wore

When that day came, and the battle began
She was not the one with the gun in her hand
Instead she was waiting, accepting her fate
Until the gun didn't fire, and the realization was made

When the bullet of reality had finally hit her
She looked at his poor soul and saw what he had always been after
So she left that fight with her head held high
Because today was not her day to die

She called for help from around the block
Armed and dangerous was the message they felt
When they arrived and he pulled out his knife
The officer felt in fear of his life

With two black eyes she refused to cry
She held it inside until the day that he died
When she was finally free from anger and pride
*She danced for the moon as her soul found the light.