Her pretty eyes were blackened,
Her self esteem was gone.
she wondered about her life,
for her children could she be strong?



The hell in which she lived in,
had taken a real toll.
Her husband now in prison
she was praying for her soul.



He swore that he would kill them,
the children and herself.
She lived in fear day by day,
nothing put pain and bad health.



Her children were so angry,
not knowing how to deal with their fear.
They lay in bed at night,
the shouting they would hear.



Their mommy would just lay there,
upon the floor in fetal position.
Upstairs under their little beds,
crying they would listen.



They prayed that maybe someday,
God would take this all away.
So they could also be normal kids,
maybe go outside and play.



That maybe them and their mommy,
could some how run away,
To a place where they could smile,
and never live in fear.



A place where their mommy would be safe,
no more screaming they would hear.
Now many years have passed,
their dad no longer around.



The good Lord came and took him,
he's laying cold out in the ground.
Mommy smiles a lot now,
her pretty eyes are blue.



No more living in fear,
our prayers have all come true.




To my friend M--
You are strong and I admire you. 
God bless you my friend.


Written By
© Brenda Randall