At night, when alone, she receives his blow
A fist in her face, and a stain on her soul.
But when it’s all over, she sleeps by his side
She is, after all, a faithful wife
Though sunlight wakes her, darkness still lingers
Deep in the shadows of her lover and sinner
Who cuts off the coloured wings of her words,
And so, hope flies away from the lips of the unheard.