In the Morning

Patience is a solitary game, blocking out an impulse and waiting for a change
Anger is the Devil on his lips, hidden in his smile 'til he lets it rip

And in the morning, she'll check again, maybe he won't remember
In the morning she'll try again, somehow thinking it was all up to her

Memories are a drug to help her sleep, comforted by fantasies she knows can never be
Silence is the calm before the storm, listening to his footsteps 'til they stop outside the door

And in the morning she'll rise again, thinking it could get better
In the morning she'll ask again, somehow thinking, he might let her this time

Hope is the reason why she stayed, told herself it would all be ok
Fearing that this hope she had was wrong, an illusion that kept leading her along, leading her along

Power is what holds her on a string, he has power over her, controlling everything
Fear is the ruler of her mind, replacing any self-esteem she had to leave behind but
Love is the king of everything, the feeling of her daughter's hand, the silent suffering
And in the morning she'll smile again, thinking this is what he wanted
In the morning she'll wait again, so convinced things could only improve

Did she have a choice or could it not be helped? Did she have a voice, could she help herself?
Instinct is so easily denied, an ugly truth she'd rather hide, rather hide

If only in the morning she'd walk away, knowing she deserved much better
If in the morning she'd fight her way
But is it that simple? Would you have done the same?

Love is the reason why she's here, keeping her alive, the only remedy for fear
Laughter is a fleeting butterfly, precious as an antidote but fragile as a lie