They ask me who this record's for
As if music ain't already an open book
Past years nailed shut with pride and pain
Knocked open every once in a while
Because, of course, vulnerability is key
Even though she ain't think you were worth it

So they ask me who this record's for
Ready to partition pity like the salvation army in the winter time
Bells set to chime for the dime because of course
Empty pockets in your soul got the rich feeling kinda poor

I guess life ain't lit when the fire within oneself is out
Burnt to ash by misuse and mistrust and left to dance on the wind

I say they ask me who this record's for
It's for the kid who's ready to give anything to follow that path
Everyone said was too steep to climb
And too long to walk
And too painful to bear
It's for every fatherless child
Too proud to ask for help
Because they believe they're dad wouldn't raise a weak son
This is for the mother who lost her best friend
And yet championed motherhood and fatherhood like she roll tide
This is for the father who will never see what legacy he left behind

For Mark, your son