Papa

Everyday my papa would work

To try to make ends meet

To see that we would eat

Keep those shoes upon my feet

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

After all the prayers were said

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 walking chair

He never went upstais

All Because she wasn't there

"Son, I'm proud of how you've grown"

and make it on your own

I'm O.K. alone"

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

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

After all the prayers were said

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

After all the prayers were said...