Desolate One Breaking Out

I keep hearing women scream
in the dead of the domestic night light 
I keep hearing women cry
in the shroud of the angels white light
and I don't know why

why do they hurt our women
they rape them, they beat them
they strip them of their dignity
turn them desolate and scared
and I don't know why

I hate it when a women I love
is scared to come out of isolation
is it terms of endearment
or is it domestic seclusion 
oh I don't know why

I've been there, done that
is it the same feeling I had
afraid to come out and speak up
afraid everyone is against me
Oh I don't know why

we're just lost souls trying to get out of our shell
we're just lost souls trying to reach out from hell
and there she was on christmas eve night
head down to the ground and I didn't know why
been there done that and I didn't know why

If your being abused and used express yourself
make a stand and tell the whole world
a lot of good people out there who care
you will be protected, you will be secure
there's nothing I can do, I'm not a hero

I wish there was something more I could do
all I can do is be their voice when they can't speak
be there strength when they are weak
womanhood is lost in the inhumanity of men
and I don't know why

women are what love is made of
they turn them into desolate entities
and I know why... there's no reason
love our women, lay the beast to rest
I wish I could kill the enemy

may be I should be a patriot silent assassin
if I can save a woman or a child
from falling into that world I would
but there's nothing I can do but be there voice
a voice that doesn't speak out 

don't wait until it's to late
trust me, take my hand, I'll show you the way
cry on my shoulder, I won't take advantage
express yourself before it's to late
and your lost forever in the desolate smog

don't let them take your shine
don't let them shut your eyes
don't let them dig your grave
shallow there laying to waste

so much beauty in the dissonance
and so much pain there in the waste
if I could smile I would, I could, and I should
I wear a straight face like a hardened war hating soldier
wheres the love gone... has the enemy won

give them hell... the devil hates them 
so does Jesus, so does the Gods and angels
don't release the demon... Satan is an angry soul
and Lucifer is the right hand man... the gun man

it's a shot in the dark... one silenced head shot
down for the count... in a train tunnel shrouding the sound of thought
leaving him disoriented... waking up from a nightmare he created
don't release the demon... release yourself from the prison of your mind
there she was... there she is... making her stand on a live broadcast

brought me to tears... it finally came clear...
she was raped by someone she thought she could trust
how can she trust again... trust that there's good men
and good men get angry, good men cry for selfless reasons
good men get enraged, good men pray for selfless reasons
good men worry about the well-being of others...

we weep, we lose sleep, we write,
we are the voice for those who can't speak
we are the strength for those who are weak
there are two kinds of soldiers... the voice and the fighter
the choice for the ghost writer... a walk through a war-zone
or a cage surrounding us in silence wherever we go
until we fall off the edge of reality

we drink the holy water, lifted by the wind, oh earth and sea
we rise up like the Phoenix fire-bird from the depths of humanity
not even the ocean waves can put out this flame, angels rise, angels fall
I can't even try to turn a blind eye with my chin up claiming I'm above it all
it shows through my expression not even a veil can hide the feeling from the gut... 
would you open your eyes to see, your eyes are wide open than closed shut
open your mind to listen, open your heart to be set free,
                                                                         speak out,
                                                                                it's a desolate one breaking out