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Saturday, 7 December 2013

A Tribute to father's Love

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 And 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

Times were rough But Papa he was tough
Mama stood beside him all along Growing up with them was easy
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 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 out and make it on your own.
Don't worry. I'm O.K. alone."
He said, "There are things that you must do"
He said, "There's places you must see"
And 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, "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 Oh how I pray They will think of me
That way..............Someday