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