Everyday my papa would work To try to make ends meet To see that we would
eat Keep those shoes upon my feet Every night my papa would take
me And tuck me in my bed Kiss me on my head After all my prayers were
said And there were years Of sadness and of tears Through it
all Together we were strong We were strong Times were rough But
Papa he was tough Mama stood beside him all along
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 he
cried And all he could say was, "God, why her? Take
me!" Everyday 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 of how you've grown" He said, "Go
out and make it on your own. Don't worry. I'm 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 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 kiss my kids and
pray That they'll think of me Oh how I pray They will think of
me That way Someday