A Husband, A Father And A Son

I walked this land with boots worn thin
Chased the light through dust and sin
Tried to be the best I could
Held my word like old men should
I lent my hand, I shared my bread
Kept my silence when rage was fed
A friend to few, but true to all
I stood my ground, I took the fall
And when I'm gone, just lay me low
Under cedar, under snow
Carve these words in weathered stone"He tried his best, but died alone"
But leave some space, if space be none
For"a husband, a father, and a son"
I wore my love like Sunday clothes
Frayed at the cuffs, but heaven knows
Held my child with calloused grace
Kissed the tears from a quiet face
And when I'm gone, just lay me low
Under cedar, under snow
Carve these words in weathered stone"He tried his best, but died alone"
But leave some space, if space be none
For"a husband, a father, and a son"
So if you pass and read that line
Know the rest was left behind
Not for lack, but love too wide
To fit on stone, when a man has died.