My eyes are but a reflection of the man
whose name I carry deep
His heritage is Ireland
his heart within I keep
Humanitarian he's been claimed
the man whose back was bare
he gave the last shirt he had
because for all he cared
His blood runs in my veins
and his heart beats in my chest
his words run through my mind
the role of father he played best
Davis of the Sampson clan
his name a priceless treasure
a gift he gave at birth to me
my penname now my pleasure
The ring upon my finger now
speaks of a different name
a piece of paper now holds claim
but my penname speaks my fame
No man will ever own me now
a promise I gave back then
to a man who stole my heart
at birth yet way back when
My penname is my family crest
much more precious than gold
Davis is my treasure chest
and forever the name I’ll hold.