Here I am, alive and well
Standing tall after I fell
Head held high with the past locked tight
heart at ease after a very long fight

No man can ever hurt me again
And no women can injure my pride
I write how I feel with my lucky black pen
And allow the pages to take me on lifes ride

What they all did will never be forgotton
The words that spread the hurt
Their hearts and souls that are rotten
are not alive but buried in the pasts dirt

I look upon my face, reflection of one so tough
I dragged myself out of pain and regained my very sight
My blackened name will more likely stay the same but I've had enough
So now I dont give a damn and I only go on with what I know is right.

Its funny how words can hurt sometimes more then a beating
And its also funny how bloody money plays a part in most of life
How men can flip and switch when tempers are high and heating
its always the way, but not to say all men do that to their wife

But I guess I must be lucky, two marriages in a row
both ended in divorce and I'm just left to delete their shadows
They both left behind a little lesson for me to know
That some men are just complete and utter saddos!

But at least I have learned that I am wiser than I knew
I am stronger than those men
and I know that with that hurt a knowledge surely grew
I will never fall for a man like that again!