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 upstais 
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