Bruised Kisses

What makes a man Want to take power from his wife? Who is the man That sits and plots to take her life? Where is the man I once married without strife? As the years pass me by I realize why he should envy As time, courage, and wisdom pass him by Because he wanted to discredit my integrity For the American Dream I accepted less I accepted him Much less than the Lord obliged For an image that I was now complete I secretly sat in a corner Where only the Lord Would hear my cries Bruised kisses once described The torture I endured Freedom and time Have healed my pain Dependence on God Has allowed me to stay away And un-bruised