There's bruises on her body

Does anybody notice, the child who is weeping
Slowly she is crawling; slowly she is creeping
Throughout a darkened household, afraid and all alone:
Does anybody notice ...she's afraid to use the phone

Yet, she's broken up by  mommy 
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly
And wonders if anyone will see?

Does anybody hear, in her frailness, as she's speaking
A hint of her ordeal, that carefully she's tweaking?
All around the world is running with its mission
But, no one in her world is feeling any contrition

Yet,  she's broken up by mommy
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly
And wonders if anyone will see

She has a gift for smiling while inwardly she's weeping
In church she is that angel through which eternity is seeping
Yet when she's in that home place that place of utter fear
She is that silent sufferer whose brokenness you'll never hear

Yet, she's broken up by mommy
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly:
And wonders if anyone will see..

Taught to keep a silence that mamma had her carry
She walked around with wounds that she's was forced to bury
And yet there were those people who knew her painful drama
Yet never dared to question the one they called her mamma

Yet, she's broken  up by mommy
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly
And wonders if anyone will see