Blistered Heart

I carry the dead on my shoulders In my heart they always will stay So many loved ones are now gone But I remember them every day From my brother to my father They have made me who I am I can still see all of their faces I will carry them to the end Our lives are constantly changing I try to take each day in stride My scars and all of my blisters I wear them all with pride I carry my mother's strength It helps keep me from falling apart I also carry my father's wisdom And my grandma's blistered heart