devil will cry

everyday my papa would work to help to make ends meet
to see what we would eat keep those shoes upon my feet
every night mp papa would take and tuck me in my bed
kiss me on my head after all the prayers were said
growing up with him was easy time just flew on by
the years began to fly he aged and did so i
i could tell that mama wasnt 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 nnot take me?
every night he sat there sleeping in his rocking chair
he never went upstairs all becaues she wasnt there
then one day papa said daughter im proud the way you have grown
make it on your own oh i will be ok alone
every time i kiss my children papas words ring true
your children live through you and they will grow and leave you too
i rember every word my papa used to say
i live them every day he taught me well that way