A song about a wife and mother living with an abusive husband as told by a concerned neighbor who hears her cries at night.
|
An Anti-Domestic Abuse Song.
|
COLD BLACK HEART (ALONE SHE CRIES)
Words & Music By Jayson Thomas Dyall @1997
(Intro Break)
I hear her crying alone in pain
Her tears are falling down like the rain
She's been crying right from the start
Tears caused by a man with a cold black heart
I really don't understand
Just what she sees in that man
Heartbreak and misery and loneliness
She wears it well like a Sunday dress
She's living a life in hell
She hides her bruises very well
He beats her but she won't tell
But late in the night, Alone she cries
Tears in her eyes, Alone she cries
Gone are her dreams and her future plans
She's given him everything she can
But day by day she just falls apart
Trying to please a man with a cold black heart
I really don't understand
Just why she stays with that man
Heartaches and misery and loneliness
She wears it well like a Sunday dress
She don't deserve to live this way
Its just more trouble if she complains
But I know she lives in fear and pain
'Cos late in the night, Alone she cries
Tears in her eyes, Alone she cries
Huddled in the darkness with her children, trying to be strong
How could she get away?
This ain't the life she envisioned it to be
Taking the abuse he's been giving for so long
How could she escape?
He's alienated her from her friends and family
She don't deserve to live this way
Its just more trouble if she complains
But I know she lives in fear and pain
'Cos late in the night, Alone she cries
Tears in her eyes, Alone she cries
Huddled in a corner with her children, trying to be brave
How did it get to this?
Murderous intentions running through her mind
"Calculate and contemplate and execute one day'
'Oh that would be such bliss"
But she knows she could never do the crime
Day by day she just falls apart
Trying to please a man with a cold black heart
She's been crying right from the start
Tears caused by a man with a cold black heart
Heartaches and misery and loneliness
She wears it well like a Sunday dress
Heartaches and misery and loneliness
She wears it well like a Sunday dress.....
JaysonDyall@1997
x |
|
 |
|