The Girl Who Wants To Be Free

Today I see her crying Sunglasses are well placed though She doesn't know I heard Last nights trouble So I walk right past her door She doesn't know I see The black eye she received Courtesy of He I slow down a little Just to give her a smile Does it make any difference If it goes on again in a while She doesn't know I feel So angry and bereft Wishing she had gone Praying she had left Today I see her crying Knowing I cant reprieve Her silence is her weapon But will she ever leave