I look in the mirror at the face I see br It’s ugly and stares back at me br Fiery eyed broken and bruised br Hurting all over and emotionally confused br Her heads pounds, hits and bangs br Like the forceful power of his cruel hands br It’s not his fault, she weeps but knows br He is to blame for all the blows br Broken down, teary eyed in hell br She’ll lie in piece as we wish her well br Then she smiles effortlessly with hope br That someone will realise she can’t cope br Under appreciated, curled up in bed br When he comes home he’ll find her dead br I leave the mirror and lie there still br To live my life, I have lost the will br I lie as I die the tears that I choke br Don’t wake up tomorrow, I pray, I hopebr br Emily Moorebr br