A father’s son, Never knows, the things you did, to keep him home
And exchanged words, and secrets kept, I never heard, the words you said to me

Digging underneath
Digging for the truth that I believe
Severed from the source
Will we ever know the name you made

You fought for this, for these headlines, did you ever think, what it meant to me
Was it worth the loss, that we suffered, a page torn out, of who I thought I was

Digging underneath
Digging for the truth that I believe
Severed from the source
Will we ever know the name you made

The wars you lived, that burdened you, are carried on, by your bloodlines
And even though, you may be gone, I’m still here, on this battlegound

Never forget, blood inside is not what makes you
Never forget, blood inside is not what makes you
Never forget, blood inside is not what makes you
Never forget, blood.