A woman over in a corner. Innocent.
Afraid of what the rest of the night will bring.
It's happened before. You've seen the bruises.
Tears flow within her, but are hidden.
She won't turn for help; she thinks it will be OK.
The children's hearts are bruised forever.

She's dying now, because he came back.
A tear flows from the corner of your eye.
A friend thought life was grand with
Him around.
She didn't hear your helping words.

Now she's gone.
Innocent all along.
Bruises will stay on your heart.
Innocence was deadly.
Bruises go away.
Death lasts forever in time.