Everyday my Papawould work to helpto makes ends meetto see that wewould eat keepthose shoes uponmy feetEveryday my Papawould work and tuck mein my bedkiss me on my headafter all the pray'rswere saidGrowing up with himwas easy timejust flew onby the yearsbegan to flyhe aged and so did II could tell that mamawasn't wellPapa knew anddeep down so didshe so did sheWhen she died Papabroke down and criedAll he said wasGod why not take meEvery nighthe sat there sleepingin this rocking chairhe never went upstairsall because ~she wasn't thereThen one daymy Papa said sonI love the wayyou've grownmake it on your ownI'll be okay alone~Every timeI kiss my childrenPapa's words ring trueyour children livethrough youthey'll grow andneed you tooI remember every wordmy Papa used to sayI live them everydayHe taught mewell that way~