I ask myself, "Why do you treat me this way?"
You come home angry and take it out on me this way
I give you all my love but it is never enough
I offer my warmth and you treat me so rough
You toss me around like an old rag doll
I try to ignore the beatings and then deny them all
My family knows better and begs me to get out
But I insist it's OK even though you shout
Beyond the bruises and scrapes, it's the inside pain
Because the longer I stay, it may drive me insane
I want to stay for the kid's sake
But I am not sure how much more I can take
I tell you right now that the pain is so great
And I ask right now, "Please, help me, my mate?"
I think we can make it, at least we should try
Because I don't want to be sad, and no longer cry
I beg of you now, from the depths of my soul
Please treat me right so we can once again be whole
So I plead with you now, "Please, take my hand?"
And look into my eyes and TOGETHER we will stand.
Joe Henn
