Every time we would wake at four
Riding to clearfork for crawllers
Walking that medicinal path
Finally getting a get go
To drop those lines
Yet not a hit in sight
Guess what dad?
Think I'm gonna take flight
Rather brush those leaves
A random rock in tow
Guess where that goes?
Either hand or pocket
Your the best.
Clearly seen
And every night
Yeah you know
As well each morn
As I lay lenses down
By the ashes remain
I simply say
Dad I'll always love you
And see ya soon again