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


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