The shape of you hand is all I see

black and blue is all on me

when confronted I get confused

because I am ashamed to say that I get abused

my friends are worried for my life but I all I do is pray through the night

i hope that I will never lose my sight

if that shall go so shall my faith and what I say

i will only have one more day


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