This is the hand of a beaten soul
Hit and smacked by the rusty iron pole.
This is the hand of a broken heart
Wishing and praying for a new start.
This is the hand of an untold scripture
Mind so bruised, such a sad picture.
This is the hand trapped in the chains
All her blood on the carpet left stains.
This is the hand afraid to go out
Beat her up without a doubt.
Trapped by the walls that she calls home
Attacked by her man, to no one made known.
All alone with no family to care
To speak out, to tell, she did not dare.
There was a hand that noticed the pain
That stepped in, to give, without a gain.
There was a hand that tried to help
With a consequence that could have been helped.
That was the hand that put a foot wrong
Big mistake, because now, she is gone.
