Do you see these marks?
These are the marks of my father.
The tips of his fingers
The swirl of his thumb
This cup was made by the image of man
My first & cracked one day
Do you see this crack?
It is the path of least resistance
That sends rivers blasting
Through granite & shale
The cracks in the fingertips
That prove to all who we are
And do you see these cracks?
These are the cracks of my father
The swirl of his thumb
The blast of his life
Poured into this cup