My calm's a storm that carries you on,
The tide too high, the will still strong.
I am here beside you son,
Facing those battles you alone have won.
I was not gone, I did not hide.
I was breathing gently by your side.
A calm had reached, a storm had died.
And naked beneath the starry skies,
I saw you; gentle was your poise.
The world was screaming, without a noise!
And you are here 'cause I did not fight.
Had I fought, we would have died.
