Grace

She sits and she cries Every day every night Shedding her loving light For a drunken abusive knight Thinking of the times she was High on life NOW she looks into the mirror Feeling broken inside The bruises she tried To make up and hide Shes asking God why Shes even alive She closes her eyes Clearing her mind She packs up her bag To leave him behind NOW She's now on the rise Hes locked away doing time She wakes thanking God She's no longer deprived God sent her a man Now shes a beautiful wife