Sweat & Blood

He rarely is the first one to speak He takes his time to come out with his peace His thoughts aren't accidental or first Once he starts, he never minces words Often speaks the loudest through his hands Diligence and hard work are his stance Till the job is done, he doesn't rest But sometimes how he feels is a guess His love is not always obvious Even when he feels just as much He doesn't have a mother's touch A father's love looks a lot like sweat and blood He is the anchor in my hardest choice The conscience in my head is in his voice His actions tell me what he thinks is true 'Cause he is who he is through and through His love is not always obvious Even when he feels just as much He doesn't have a mother's touch A father's love looks a lot like sweat and blood His love is food on the table It's a legacy enabled It's the chance for me to thrive from what he's done It's every time I shake a hand or give my word to take a stand It's how I learn to give my sweat and blood Mmm-ohh Someday when his legacy is mine Was he a good man? I must decide To wear his shoes or trade for different ones Either way he makes who I become His love is not always obvious Even when he feels just as much He doesn't have a mother's touch A father's love looks a lot like sweat and blood