For the Abused

What once was love is smothering
the life spirit's force
turns blue from the asphyxiating
blanketing power source

wherever you turn to run
and look around in horror
and silence, there is no one
and none see your fear

you are struck again
this time requiring stiches
of them you've forgiven
and with a thousand wishes

wish that you could be free
from the madness and pain
you wish that they could be
"themselves" again

and that the situation would just
go, go away and never come back
but instead it is you who must
leave before another attack

love them with all god says
but love is not pain read
the letter in Corinthians
and I think you will see

you have done the right thing
in trying to leave now
before your life's force has it's ending
and hope it's alright somehow

at the least now, in your break
of silence I am here for you
you've had what you can take
and youre hurt-dont know what to do

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
cry on my shoulder, talk to me
and talk all night
There are things you need to see
you need things not by might
but live life once again free