A phone call. A voice.
"It is time to make your choice...
Do you think it's time to hide
And let the vicious man subside?
Or should you let him get inside
You're broken heart?"
A hand. A phone.
"Can you make it on your own?
Should you curl up crying there?
Or should you, helpless, grin and bare
As all his words will rip and tear
Your broken heart?"
A grip. A pull.
"What was going through your skull?!"
"Should you end the screaming pain
Before it drives you near insane?
Or should you silently sustain
Your broken heart?"
A squeeze. A tear.
"How can you just settle here
As he sits and tells you lies,
And as he constantly denies.
You just smile to disguise
Your broken heart."
A slap. A crack.
"You should have known not to talk back!"
"Should you sit within his arm
While he continues doing harm?
Or should you silently alarm
Your broken heart?"
A push. A slam.
"You have no clue just who I am!"
"Should you lay upon the floor
Ang beg for him to give you more?
Or should you stand as you restore
Your broken heart?"
A skid. A smash.
"Woman killed in fatal crash."
"Was this the outcome of your prayer
Instead of sitting, crying there,
Instead of trying to repair
Your broken heart?"
A letter. A voice.
"This was my only, easy choice.
To accept that I was wrong
Would mean that I am not as strong
As what I was. Should I prolong
My broken heart?"
"A knife. My wrist.
I was trying to resist.
But as I drove along that street
I knew that soon, I'd have to meet
That gripping violence. He'd beat
My broken heart.."
"My blood. That crash.
Don't worry, Mom. It went by fast.
I never felt an inch of pain.
It was bliss calling out my name.
Now I no longer must sustain
My broken heart."
A tear. A song.
"Our daughter's gone, but life moves on."
"They had a friend that they all knew
Make a memory anew.
They made a story just for you,
Your broken heart."
"Their words. His cry.
Our little girl has said goodbye.
She was a joyous smiling face.
She was our pride, not our disgrace.
No one will ever soon replace
Her broken heart..." |