My pillow is soaked in tears
now it's ok, I know that you're still here.
I worried because your nights are full of danger
knowing you're ok is really a game changer.
Hearing your voice say my name
it's quite a relief, and who am I to blame?
I never really call, maybe four or five times per week
but I notice the uncertainty you go through as these warm tears roll down my cheek.*
Dad, I'm so glad you're ok
please be safe because I don't know what I would do
If I didn't see you another day.
The feeling of uncertainty as my dad drives his transport truck through the dangerous night is really awful, but I love him and I know God will take care of him.