For years she has hid her pain
An abusive man he was to blame.
He kept her locked away at home.
And there he kept her all alone.
No kind words to her he said,
She cried alone each night in bed.
Like a prison her home it was,
All she wanted was to be loved.
She sits in the dark at night and prays,
Please dear lord show me the way.
Give me courage to do what I must do,
I can't leave him lord without you.
© by Gloria Collins 3/18/04
In an abusive relationship a home can seem like
A prison ,even if there are no bars on the doors
Or windows. so many women and men suffer
At the physical and verbal abuse of another.
Love shouldn't hurt, there are a lot of agencies
Who can help .please let them !