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.