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