Papa

Everyday my papa would work

To help to make ends meet

To see that we would eat

Keep those shoes upon my feet

Every night my papa would take 

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

After all my prayers were said

Growing up with them was easy

The time had flew on by

The years began to fly

They aged and so did I

 I could tell

That mama wasn't well

Papa knew and deep down so did she

So did she

When she died

Papa broke down and cried

all he could say was, "God, why not Take me!"

Everynight he sat there sleeping in a rocking chair

He never went upstais

Because she wasn't there

Then one day my Papa said,

"Son, I'm proud the way you've grown"

make it on your own.

I`ll be ok alone."

He said, "There are things that you must do"

He said, "There's places you must see"

And his eyes were sad as he

As he said goodbye to me

Every time I kess my children

Papa's words ring true

He said, "Children live through you.

Let them grow! They'll leave you, too"

I remember every word Papa used to say

I leave that evreyday

it tough me 

the way I pray

Every night my papa would take me

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head