The baby's screamin' down the hall,
as bottles break, against the wall.
She's finally said, to hell with it all,
his angry hands won't make her fall.

He tries to tell her, she should stay,
and somehow he'll find, a better way,
to show his love, but not today,
he's angry now, and there's hell to pay.

She screamed her hate, into his ears,
and with all she had, she fought the tears.
With breaks and bruises over the years,
she found the strength, to face her fears.

She grabbed her baby, from her bed,
he tried to stop her, as she fled.
"If you touch me again, you'll soon be dead."
But he didn't listen, to what she said.

He blacked her eye, and split her lip.
With one last blow, she lost her grip.
She felt the baby, starting to slip,
and she staggered forward, afraid she'd trip.

Then on the table, she noticed the frame,
but the man she'd married, just wasn't the same.
She regretted the day, she'd taken his name,
but she knew through it all, she wasn't to blame.

She grabbed the photo, as he grabbed her hair,
had to do it then, without a moment to spare.
The glass cut his throat, but she didn't care,
after all he's the reason, she had the affair.