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
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
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
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