With your father's blood on your lap and your young 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 privileged 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