She - Herbert Grönemeyer

He ripped the film for her\nHer life stopped in its tracks\nAnd there’s no-one she can talk to about it…\nIt’s driving her mad\nA lifetime ago, but the panic\nAnd paralysis are still gripping her now\nThe mad stare, clenched-up fists, panting stale breath\nAre still here, and she’s still in his power\nShe has tried to put her dreams back together\nAnd to set herself free\nShe has waited so long for forgiveness…\nThe years show no mercy\nThis wound time won’t heal\nWalking on splintered glass:\nKeeping silent, that’s what she can’t stand\nShe’s still helpless in the hands of the giant\nCan’t betray the family man\nNight falls, too quiet for comfort\nHer soul shivers with disgust\nHer blood freezes at the sudden dark memory\nOf his pent-up obscene brutal lust\nShe has tried to put her dreams back together\nAnd to set herself free\nShe has waited so long for forgiveness…\nThe years show no mercy\nThis wound time won’t heal