How long must she stand   Before the ground, it gives way   To an endless fall   She can feel this   War on her face   The stars on her pillow   She's folding in 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   The 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 anyone else   Father is risking   His life for our freedoms      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   Darling you'll save me   If you save yourself