• Look at her bruises,
    This one green and that one black.
    Look at her scars
    All displayed upon her back.
    Look at her arms,
    This all comes from the harm.
    Look at her eyes,
    You can tell she's one that cries.

    If this is on the outside,
    Just think about the inside.
    Broke heart,
    Torn apart,
    Used,
    Abused.

    Can her light still shine
    After pain from all these swine?

    Or is her heart blind,
    Never to ever find it's way,
    Look at the light of day,
    Have all it's goodness washed away
    Cursed forever and ever to stay;
    In this darkness
    Without light
    Lost in the blackness
    Of it's night,
    Suffocating in it's own air tight.

    But...
    Is all of this... really right?