Hands Tied by Protyus A. Gendher Hands Tied Hands Tied There’s a commotion outside And my hands are tied Piercing the night  Screams of rage and fright They’re fighting again Could this be the end?  Could this be the fight Someone doesn’t survive? I’ve been in those fights Before in my life So, I don’t have to know them To know what’s inside Both of them sound abusive, Because abuse … Continue reading Hands Tied