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You Sit And Cower Like A Child,

Afraid To Move Or Speak.

Abused With Words & Beat With Fists,

This Is What Makes You Weak.



You're Not The Type Of Person,

To Run And Hide Away.

It's What You Are Becoming,

I See It Everyday.



You're Never Treated With Respect,

And Rarely Treated Good.

You're Never Even Complimented,

Not The Way You Should.



I Compliment You All The Time,

And Treat You Like A Queen.

For When I Look Into Your Eyes,

Your Beauty's All That's Seen.



You Seem As If You Do Not Care,

About The Way You're Treated.

And When I See You Act Like This,

To Me You Seem Defeated.



I Try To Boost Your Confidence,

Dignity And Self-Esteem.

But Still You Do Not Get It,

Do You Think It Is A Dream?



It's Just The Things I Say To You,

I Mean Them From My Heart.

I'm Not Telling Any Lies,

I'll Say Them Till We Part.



So Climb Back On Your Pedastol,

Forget The Crap And Things.

You're Such A Pretty Angel,

An Angel Whose Lost Her Wings.