PaPa

 

 

Everyday my Papa worked to help to make ends meet,
to see what 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 him was easy time just flew on by.
The years began to fly through his age 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 said was "God, why not take me?"
Every night he sat there sleeping in his rocking chair.
He never went upstairs, Oh, because she wasn"t there
Then one day my Papa said
"Son, I"m proud the way you grow,
Make it on your own. Oh, I"ll be okay alone"
Every time I kiss my children Papa"s words ring true
"Your children live through you.
They"ll grow and leave you, too"
I remember every word My papa used to say
I live them everyday He taught me well that way
Every night my papa would take And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head When my prayers were said
Every night my papa would take And tuck me in my bed
Tuck me in my bed When my prayers were said