Through the meadow she softly tread; Her bruised and broken body bled;
Careful to weave to and fro, no droplets left behind to show;
The path she took for her escape, on the night of her brutal rape;
He was passed out drunk once again; and didn't stir as she crept from him;
She'd waited 'til the dead of night; before she began her freedom flight;
No longer would her husband be the master of her destiny.