Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I’m sorry that my heart turned cold Boy I learned to fight Not to hold Every grown man around me Only taught me how to fold Cards on the table Dreams on the floor Never heard “I’m proud of you” Just “go get more” [Chorus] I never had guidance growing up Only sacrifice No love Now I’m staring at this little one Wonder who I’m running from I’m sorry to my son For not knowing how to stand I was raised by broken people Who never showed me how to be a man [Verse 2] I’m sorry for the nights I left Chasing ghosts Chasing debt For the bottle in the cabinet And the rage I still regret I was taught that crying’s weakness So I buried all my hurt But the pain seeps through the floorboards Till it soaks your clean white shirt [Chorus] I never had guidance growing up Only sacrifice No love Now I’m staring at this little one Wonder who I’m running from I’m sorry to my son For not knowing how to stand I was raised by broken people Who never showed me how to be a man [Bridge] But I’m here now Shaking Trying Learning how to stop the lying Looking in your eyes like a mirror Seeing every wound a little clearer If my father could not teach me Boy I’ll learn it holding you I’ll be the man I never had If it’s the last hard thing I do (oh yeah) [Chorus] I never had guidance growing up Only sacrifice No love But your tiny hand in my rough hand Got me reaching up above I’m sorry to my son For all the places that I ran But I’m standing in this doorway Teaching us both how to be a man
Tags
Slow-burning blues-soul ballad, male vocals. Dirty tube amp guitar and upright bass set a raw, late-night groove, brushed drums just behind the beat. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and sparse organ swells; chorus widens with stacked gospel harmonies and a crying lead guitar answering the melody. Final chorus lifts in intensity, then settles into a tender, faded-cassette outro., soul, blues, guidance
Duration
4:12
Instrumental
No
Created
4/9/2026