Rise Up
Rise Up
She laid on the floor begging for no more
Then his eyes filled with darkness and his fist pounded more.
She had been there before, but couldn’t walk out the door
Now here she is begging, just like before.
He promised her the best, but he’s just like the rest
Now here she is begging, hurting in distress.
She prays for better days, but it is all a haze
Now here ...
Tuesday 21st December 2021 4:14 pm
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