Come Hell Or High Water
She looks out the window and sees him in the distance.
So much fear inside leaves no room for resistance.
If she ran right now she might be able to get away.
With every broken rib she's nothing more than a cliche.
She was once a strong woman, and could stand on her own.
Now he's broken her will and more than one bone.
Run, run, run her mind screams in shear terror.
She unlocks the door without so much as a prayer.
Maybe this time will be different and he won't be mad.
Somehow she has to tell him he's about to be a dad.
She should have taken that card and called the hot line.
Her whole world changed as soon as she got the plus sign.
If she can make it thru the night she'll pack up and leave.
Somewhere deep inside she knows that's only make believe.
She's his till the end, come hell or high water.
There's nothing anyone can do about the oncoming slaughter.
The National Domestic Violence
Hot Line 1-800-799-7233
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