In the dark she sits alone and waits,
Wondering if tonight,
Will be a night like all the rest,
That ends up in a fight.

So many times she's got it wrong,
And felt the sudden sting,
Of his left hand across her face,
Punctuated by that ring.

Is it her fault, did she do wrong,
Not knowing what to think,
She tries in vain to keep the peace,
Is it him or just the drink.

What happened to the man she loved,
To whom she gave her life,
That makes him think he has the right,
To do this to his wife.

In the dark she sat for one last time,
Determined that no more,
Would he lay his hands upon her so,
And claim she is a *****.

For when his arm was raised up high,
And anger filed his eyes,
She took her chance and put an end,
To his hatred and his lies.

Alone she sits now in the dark,
Reflecting on her life,
And how the cell that now is home,
Was delivered by that knife.

But in time she knows she will be free,
And hopes and dreams and prays,
That waiting on the other side,
A life without those days.