Run
His heavy hand hits you like a pipe made of lead
His loud voice grinds deep sinking into your head
No hope is left for you because he will never change
Even though you try your best to stay out of range
When nothing you do will take the pain away
You are out of your mind if you continue to stay
Run
For your sanity… for your pride… for your life
Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2014
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