I hear the silent cry
I am the only one who hears
Everytime there is silence
His fear floods my ears

I know he is ok
I know i didn't die
But the fear of almost leaving them
makes me die inside

What would my wife do
Raising our son by herself
With a husband in a grave
Or my ashes on a shelf

My son too young to remember
Having a loving father in his life
Only some picture to look at
And stories from my wife

I have never feared death
Loved danger all my life
But now it's not death that scares
It's leaving my child and wife