Dying for a Name

Grandpa's name on the stone out back Under the oak where the roots

run black He fought for a flag, for the pride of his kin

But sometimes I wonder, did he really win? A

name's just a sound, it's the air we breathe But what's it

worth when it makes you bleed? Is it worth dyin' for a name?

For a word carved deep that still feels the same When the dust

settles down and the echoes fade Is it worth dyin' for a

name? Daddy carried his name like a heavy chain Swore he'd never