Once it was a beautiful gem, now it's just an old stone.
Years of mistreatment are responsible for it's change in color and tone.

I'm to strong to ever let him see.
For years he's been slowly killing me.

Little by little he tears me apart.
His name calling and violence have definitely played their part.

It's the same situation time after time, first cursing and yelling
When he tires of that and really wants to be heard, his fists start sailing.

After a good hard hit, he'll usually leave me with a broken nose or fat lip.

The continuous blows to my once pretty face dont really hurt at all
It's the same tears I cry year after year that cause me to fall.

The vows that I promised to keep always and forever, are whats killing me
And also my biggest endeavor.

The pain that I encounter everyday, isn't what influences my decision to stay.

I have nowhere to go but to the street.
Even if I left, if he were to find me, I'd only be labeled with a tag on my feet.

My children have a mother, father, and a good home.
Even if its less than perfect, and made of stone