Cowering in the corner,
Anguish on my face,
Being shown a lesson,
So I always know my place,
Longing for my freedom,
Being shown for my good,
Dare not question my husband,
Like every good wife should,
Spirit and body broken,
The bruises that you see,
Symbol's of a marriage,
Now I'm his property.
He selects my clothing,
Never let's me from his sight,
I often pray in silence,
Can't someone see my plight,
When I was a little girl,
I'd often dream you see,
One day someone would love me,
This wasn't how it's ment to be,
The darkness envelopes me,
The blood thunders in my ears,
I'm praying for a miracle,
I scream but no one hears,
Inside I'm slowly dying,
He's so horrible, cruel and mean,
To some this may be torture,
To me it's just routine.