Papa

Everyday my papa worked

To help to make ends meet

To see that we would eat

To 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

He 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

My 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

All because she wasn't there

Then one day my papa said

Son I'm proud of the way you've grown

Make it on your own

I'll be Ok 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 that every day

He taught me well that way

Every night my papa would take

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

After all my prayers were said

Every night my papa would take

And tuck me in my bed

Tuck me in my bed

After all my prayers were said

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