Tracy told me about it but I could not believe
She told me of the late-night screams
And of the police that hardly ever showed up
If they ever showed up it was too late to act
She said that the wails kept her wake all night
That the children would not quiet too
She felt stranded and lost in the mist
This cold world that had lost its vision
Last night she called me with a trembling voice
She was afraid that she would never hear the wails again
That the cry for help had been silenced
Tracy said that there was a shrill and a loud quiet
The cries ended too soon
But the quiet could not let her sleep
She was right, I woke up with my hands blood-stained
I wish I had said or done something
I should have spoken against domestic violence
I should have just said it
I should have done something
Blood was on my hands just as the late police
Nothing would wash this one away
But I promised my soul not to wait for another stain
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