Waiting, wondering, wanting to be free

Always going back no matter how hard he hits

Tears, tragedy, taunting everyday she sits

Alone in the field asking herself why

Why does she stay when she constantly has to pray

Exhausted, embarrassed, estranged

He yells her name from inside the house

She sneaks back inside as quiet as a mouse

Sits down at the table not moving a thing

Before he can touch her, there is a ring

He grabs the phone and she runs

Back to the field where she belongs

Falling to the ground, hopeless and weak

All she needed was one kiss on the cheek

Instead she got bruises and cuts

Alone in the field she sits there waiting

For someone to realize the truth of it all

Why doesn’t anyone notice her when she feels so small?