How long must she stand Before the ground gives way To an endless fall She can feel this War on her face Stars on her pillow Folding in the darkness Begging for slumber
I'm not blind I can see it coming Looks like lightning In my child's eye
I'm not frantic I can feel it coming Violently shakes My body
Her son's slanted Always giving her The sideways eye An empty chair where Dad sits How loud can silence get? And Mom, she reassures To contain him But it's becoming a lie
She tells herself And everyone else Father is risking His life for our freedoms
I'm not blind I can see it coming Looks like lightning In my childs eye
I'm not frantic I can feel it coming Darling you'll save me If you save yourself
