I Hate Guys Who Hit Women

Answer my Prayer

Sitting alone under the night sky so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once these bruises fade they'll come back anew.

Looking up at the stars so high,
Sometimes she wishes she could melt into the sky,
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she realizes she has to face her worst fear.

At the thought of home she shutters,
And a prayer for help she mutters,
His angry face shakes back into her head,
And her broken heart fills with fear and dread.

The front door creaks as she steps inside,
Stepping over beer bottles she runs to hide,
Sliding into the bed she tries not to make a sound,
Too late: the floor creaks as she touches the ground.

She tries to hold back the tears, he hits her harder when she cries,
But they slip out as the heavy steps get closer, she's terrified,
The door slams open, the pain is about to come,
His clothes smell of old smoke and rum.

He lifts her up by a chunk of her hair,
Taking the first punch he begins to swear,
She cries for help, but it's to late,
He won't stop till he's got out all the hate.

A daily routine, but tonight it's not the same,
Tonight the end of the beating never came,
A few hours later the ambulance is there,
Her life is over, someone answered her prayer.