Crushed

Head sways from side to side
Tears running through her eyes

Hands and legs badly beaten
Life and soul truly eaten

Hands go up to try to fight
But love struck down in mid flight

Afterwards she sits there weeping
Battered and bruised unaware of his mood

She looks around knowing he's sound
And obviously, he'll never do it again

Next week he's drunk
And looking to punch

His loving and caring wife
But she looks around knowing he's sound

And obviously, he'll never do it again