PAPA

Everyday my papa would work
To hope 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
Growing up with them was easy
The time had flew on by
The years began to fly
They aged and so did I
And I could tell
That mama she wasn't well
Papa knew and deep down so did she
So did she
When she died

Papa broke down and cried
And all he could say was, "God, why her? Take me!"
Everyday he sat there sleeping in his walking chair
He never went upstais
All 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.
Oh, I'll be O.K. 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 kiss 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 kiss my kids and pray
That they'll think of me

Oh how I pray
They will think of me
That way
Someday