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