Papa
Every day my papa would workTo try to make ends meetTo see that we would eatKeep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take meAnd tuck me in my bedKiss me on my headAfter all my prayers were said
There were yearsOf sadness and of tearsBut through it allTogether we were strong
Times were roughBut Papa, he was toughAnd mama stood beside him all along
Growing up with them was easyThe time just flew on byThe years began to flyThough they aged and so did I
I could tellThat mama wasn't wellPapa knewAnd deep down so did she
When she diedPapa broke down and criedAnd all he said was:"God, why her? Take me!"
Everyday he sat there sleepingIn his rocking chairHe never went upstairsAll because she wasn't there
Then one day he said:"My Son, I'm proud the way you've grown""Go out there on your own.I'll be allright alone."
"There are things that you must do,Places you must see"His eyes were sad as heSaid goodbye to me
Every time I kiss my childrenPapa's words ring true"Your children live through you.They'll grow and leave you, too"
I remember every wordPapa used to sayI see my kids and prayThey'd think of me that way