Everyday my papa would work,
to help to make ends meet,
to see that we would eat,
keep those shoes upon my feet.
every night my papa would take
and tucked me in my bed,
kiss me on my head,
after all the prayers were said.
still I haven't been a grateful child,
for all the things he has done,
I pinch myself to wake me up,
do it now before it's too late.
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