Singing is my sanity. It relieves stresses and worries. It fills my heart with joy. Recently, plans to finish my book have taken a back seat as I adjust to a new life of working and studying, after years as a home educating Mum. One thing that remains constant is singing – in my choir, in my job, at home and everywhere possible. I have even written a couple of songs, though I’m not a musician and it’s all done by ear. Here are the lyrics to one of them. If I feel brave, I may record and share it (if I can work out how!)
Just about had enough of you
Refrain:
Iβve just about had enough of you to last me a very long time
Iβve just about had enough of you to last me the rest of my life.
When I saw you that first night, my heart filled with joy
I thought I had found a love true
We shared much in common, you seemed to be kind
But you soon ended up being cruel
Refrain
We married on a Tuesday; the rain pattered down
My mother was weeping for me
I ignored the warnings, the worries, the frowns
Your love notes were all I could see
Refrain
I sat on a hospital bed in the dawn
A patchwork of bruises and cuts
The doctor asked questions, the nurses looked sad
But I shrugged off their cautions and tuts
Refrain
I cradled our baby and rocked her to sleep
Counting the hours that passed
Another night alone, while you messed around
I prayed that this one was your last
Refrain
We huddled in a corner, the children and me
I covered their ears with my hands
Your hatred and cursing swept over our heads
Like waves crashing over the sands
Refrain
I stared in the mirror at my ugly fat lip
The blood trickled down from my nose
The children were sobbing and clinging to me
I sighed at the life that I chose
Refrain
Early one Sunday while you lay in bed
In a black out from drinking all night
I left with the children and a small hold all bag
Disappeared in the grey morning light
Refrain
A lot of sadness in the lyrics – but true for too many. Peace to all. β¦ thanks for sharing!
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I’m often drawn to the sad things in life but this is positive too because she finds the strength to leave – no small feat. π
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Definitely β¦ and I wish that was true for all victims.
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nice
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Thanks π
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You should try to record it, feels like the song got a strong story!
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Thank you, I have no idea how to record and put it on here yet and I’ll need to summon up some courage! π
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You can do it ππ
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Story of my marriage. The only difference being that he rarely used physical violence. Psychological and emotional abuse were his weapons. I am 11 years free and life is good!
I’d love to hear you sing it. I love to sing but cant carry a tune in a bucket. They wouldn’t even let me sing in choir in grade school, its THAT bad. I sing anywayπ
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Well done for getting free – that’s so difficult. I’m glad you sing anyway – everyone should sing and I hate to hear stories of people being told they can’t sing in school. Some teachers have a lot to answer for! π
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Very powerful, you should definitely try to record it!
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Thank you, that will be another challenge to my bravery! π
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