with your father's blood on your lap and your young weary hands at the wheel,
you drove your father to safety after he made such a messy mistake
and your mother's constant abuse must haunt you like a ghost on your back,
and delivering that blow to her face (must have been) precious and painful
I feel so priveledged you share your heart with me
I know you are on a journey and search as you should (you've been to hell and back)
I just pray you find what you are looking for, and sweep the rock from the light
but know, I will always be here for you