As I take the blows I know not what to do
The pain is in my heart, but this is nothing new
A shock yes but no surprise as I think about the past
Times of plenty come and I still remember the last
It´s more than just a punch, pinch, scratch or a knuckle
slap
It´s more than physical pain it much much more than that
It´s feelings of sorrow, despair and growing disbelief
That break my heart and fill my soul with horror, woe and
grief
And although I feel an anger deep inside of me
I know I must not let it rise, just let it be, let it be
And then where am I left, which road should I try and take
Which way to turn, what can I do a decision to find and
make
I fear for me and other what the future of this may hold
A fix maybe, it may come before my heart turns cold.