PAPA
Everyday my Papa would work
To help and 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 the prayers were made
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
Papa broke down and cry
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 he said son I loved the way you've grown
Make it on your own I'd be okay alone
Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
Your children live through you
They grow and need you too
I remember every word that Papa used to say
I live them everyday
He taught me well that way
Paul Anka
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