Let me tell you about a woman who'd done nothing wrong
Got beat half to death, and this is her song.
Was married to a man who seemed pretty great
But when he was with her, he was really irate
When he get home he would beat on his wife
Blame her for all the problems he had in his life
She wouldn't tell out of fear, fear for her son
A small, small child, his age only one
Well she decided one day to pack up and go.Â
He said "Wait right there, you ought to know I never meant any harm."
And once again she was tricked back in his arms
It's the never ending cycle of abus.
Well now the years rolled on, and they had a girl
The abuse wouldn't stop it was apart of their world.
The little girl was abused physically
Only God knows what it did to her mentally
And she said to herself quietly, maybe one day I will be free
From this Hell that is my life
I don't want to end up like my father's wife
So when she was 18 she got up and went
Moved to the city because she was spent
Met a fine, fine man and they started dating
Few years later, what do you know, they started mating
The man picked up an unfortunately common thing
He would go out and drink, and then come home and fling
His wife around the room, he was quite violent
She would say, "This isn't the man I married, he was gentle and quiet"
She ran across town and he followed her there
All she wanted was him out of her hair
She tried to forget the unpleasantness
And all that had gone on to create this mess
He called her one day with his final plan
He said, "Well if I can't have you then nobody can!"
She was scared...
There was no one to talk to, no friends in sight
So she called a little number called "Nightline"
She got to talking and it eased her mind
The cops got on the case and caught the man
Took him to jail and threw him in the can
It's now the broken cycle of abuse.