He's been gone for eight months now
In a place I cannot name
I don't sleep much through the night
But I lay down just the same
Worry lays beside me
Fills my aching head
Whispers her deceptions
Offers me her dread

Please don’t teach me what it really means to cry
Cry, cry cry

I knew when I met him
He was in as a career
But now the tours are longer
And they happen every year
Battered and exhausted
He returns worse every time
One heart can only take so much
Of the view from the front line

Please don’t teach him what it really means to cry...

He talks very little
Of the things that he has seen
I talk very little
Of my half-life in between
How I barely stand it
How the fear has left me worn
How I scarcely dream now
How I turn from God in scorn

He’s supposed to come back soon
We will head out on the town
I will wear my best clothes
Pray the chopper sets him down
Pray that he can still walk
That he still can smile
Worry curls around me
She will still be here a while

Please don’t teach me what it really means to cry....