Father Cry, Silent Tears (feat. Pamela)
- Jul 3
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 7
He came home before sunrise
Mud on his boots, tired in his eyes
Set his dinner down, kissed my mama's cheek
Said, "I'm fine," like it was all he'd speak
Hands like ropes from the factory line
Shouldered every storm, never once complained
He’d trade his dreams for a safer floor
So I could walk through a better door
And I was young, and I was blind
Thought strong men never broke in time
He held it in so deep, so long
I hear it now in every song
I wish I'd seen my father cry
Seen the hurt behind his eyes
I wish I'd seen the weight he wore
Before he left and closed that door
He gave me strength, he gave me grace
He gave his heart to keep us safe
If love was pain, he took it all
I wish I'd seen my father cry
He never talked about the road he lost
Or the letters folded in a box
The little house by the river bend
The boy he was before the men
He buried sorrow under work and prayer
Never let us know it lived in there
Now I see it in the lines he drew
Every sacrifice was me and you
And I was young, and I was blind
Thought strong men never broke in time
He held it in so deep, so long
I hear it now in every song
I wish I'd seen my father cry
Seen the hurt behind his eyes
I wish I'd seen the weight he wore
Before he left and closed that door
He gave me strength, he gave me grace
He gave his heart to keep us safe
If love was pain, he took it all
I wish I'd seen my father cry
Hey, Daddy, can you hear me now?
Up in heaven, take a bow
You did not have to be that brave
You did not have to hide the ache
If there were tears you couldn't let fall
I want you to know they were not wrong at all
It was okay
It was okay to cry
I wish I'd seen my father cry
Held his hand and told him why
I wish I'd seen the fear he hid
The man behind the life he lived
He gave me strength, he gave me grace
He gave his heart to keep us safe
Now I know the love that made him try
I wish I'd seen my father cry
I wish I'd seen
I wish I'd seen
My father cry
I didn't really know my dad, but this is still gets me...that's Pamela!.
Warum hätte ich dir erzählen sollen, was mich schmerzt? Damit du Angst vor dem Leben bekommst? Ich hab dich aufgefangen , wenn du geweint hast, jeder braucht seinen eigenen Schmerz. Hätte ich dir erzählt, von den Ungerechtigkeiten, von den Leiden, Von den Schmerzen? Du hast geweint als der kleine Spatz in deiner HAnd starb, du hast geweint, als deine Freundin weggezogen ist. Das waren deine Leiden, hät ich dir erzählen sollen, dass schon wieder weniger Geld im Portmonnai ist?
WOW, I love it, gives me chills.