Descendants

Heart on his sleeve, chip on his shoulder Maybe I'll be more like him when I'm older She's made of love down to her core That heart of gold they don't make it anymore See, they pass down their wings, it's a generational thing Gotta keep 'em close, gotta keep 'em close Life has a way of knowing just what to say When you need it most, when you listen close Try as I might To find the right words I'll carry on as your descendant This body of work We've never met, but we'll share a name We'll share a line that flows through these veins And as you go to write your own chapter You'll chase the same dreams that those before you were after See, they pass down their wings, it's a generational thing Gotta keep 'em close, gotta keep 'em close Fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers Our pillars, our strength, our shelter from pain Try as I might To find the right words I'll carry on as your descendant This body of work I just wanna do right by you I just wanna do right by you No, I just wanna do right by you Oh, I just wanna do right by you Try as I might To find the right words I'll carry on as your descendant This body of work And I, I, I I'll carry on as your descendant This body of work This body of work