Papa
Everyday my papa worked
- Everyday my papa worked
- To help to make ends meet
- To see that we would eat
- To keep those shoes upon my feet
- Every night my papa would take
- And tuck me in my bed
- Kiss me on my head
- After all my prayers were said
- Growing up with him was easy time just flew on by
- The years began to fly
- He aged and so did I
- I could tell
- That Mama wasn't well
- Papa knew and deep down so did she
- So did she
- When she died
- My papa broke down and cried
- All he said was God why not take me
- Every night he sat there sleeping in his rocking chair
- He never went upstairs
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Very nice my dear friend
I’m here for you as a good friend