If wounds to the soul were seen on the skin…

When I share with you what happened, when I tell you where I’ve been

I’m not looking for your sympathy, I’m confiding in my friend

To bare my broken heart is not that easy to do

It’s hard putting into words exactly what I lived through

To say what went on when no one could see I try my best to convey

But to explain the darkness he put in my life I struggle to find the way

Those who have been there know, without me saying a word

But those who choose not to understand think it’s absolutely absurd

The mockery, the cruelty, the cheating, the constant putting down

The occasional slap, the frequent curse and the lies he threw round and round

The hate and anger that filled his life complete to overflowing

The more I gave the more he took to feed the fire ever growing

Fear and dread took hold of me, binding me forever his prisoner

To voice an opinion would only loose his wrath so I became a solemn listener

If wounds to the soul were seen on the skin you would never recognize me now

But since I look the same you seem to think that nothing happened somehow

If you could only know the horror he put me through or feel that terror in your veins

If you felt your heart break every single day in more than a million different ways

Then maybe you could see that understanding is all that I want, that’s all I’m looking to gain

No lecture, no sermon, no coaching on how I need to get over this pain

A simple smile will do, a “you got this girl, you’re tough

You’ve been through hell and back again and I know the road’s been rough

But I’ll love you right on through it and I’m praying for you every night

God has a beautiful plan for your life and all this wrong He’ll make right”

Listen not to simply reply but to truly understand

I’m not asking you to fix my problem I want you to hold my hand

A kiss on the forehead, a touch on my cheek and maybe one more squeeze

Look into my eyes and say it’s ok, and just believe me, please.