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Papa, Paul Anka

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
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
.
The times were rough
But Papa he was tough
And, Mama, she stood beside him all along
Growing up with them was easy
.
Time just flew on by
The years began to fly
They aged, but so did I
.
I could tell
Mama wasn’t well
And Papa knew and deep down so did she
So did she
.
And when she died
Papa broke down and cried
And all he could say was: “God, why her? Take me!”
Everyday he sat there sleeping in a rocking chair
.
He never went upstairs
Because she wasn’t there

Then one day my Papa said,
“Son, I’m proud of how you’ve grown”
He said: “Go make it on your own.
And don’t worry! I’m O.K. alone.”

He said: “There are things you must do; places you must see!”
His eyes were sad as he…
As he said goodbye to me
.
Every time, I kiss my children,
Papa’s words ring true
He said: “Your children. They live through you.
.
And they’ll grow. They’ll leave you, too”

I remember every word my Papa used to say
I kiss my kids and I pray
That they’ll think, think of me, that way
Someday…

source : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unE8E581RMc