Shhhh! I don’t want them to hear you!

Shhhh! Not a word.... I don’t want them to hear you,

Not one peep, not a sound!

Pounding footsteps, glass shattering, doors slamming, she’s black and blue,

He was in the other room yelling at her to stop making noise, as she was getting pounded.

The smell of torture in the air, nobody was there to help,

Nobody was around to stop him.

She cried and begged for someone to rescue her, you just hear a yelp,

A slap of a belt and bare skin.

Finally, silence... but that silence that was icy cold,

You couldn’t tell if she was alive or dead.

He walked out with a grimace smile, oh so bold,

Lifeless body laying on the bathroom floor, I couldn’t help but wonder what would her mother have said.

Much too late to escape the grasp of anger,

Poor little soul lost in limbo.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there to remove the shackles,

I’m sorry I wasn’t your hero.