From the recording The Music Lives On - 2016 Album Release
Lyrics
Papa was a dreamer, his dreams made of tin
His pain and his battles, he’d dream he could win
All alone in his time, he’d look for the answers
To questions that I would plant in his brain
He’d plan and he’d strive to find all the treasures
For ones who would live long after his time
Papa was a schemer, he’d scheme in his mind
Searching for words out of reach, out of rhyme
I can’t remember his voice or his laughter
But I can recall his message to me
Whether he said it, he surely ingrained
His legacy lives and his honor I see
He left within me the essence of righteousness
Courage to be who I am
Making my journey to uncharted places
Believing that I could withstand
Upon me I know is his hand
And his dreams
Papa was a dreamer, his dreams made of tin
His pain and his battles, he’d dream he could win
All alone in his time, he’d look for the answers
To questions that I would plant in his brain
He’d plan and he’d strive to find all the treasures
For ones who would live long after his time
He left within me the essence of righteousness
Courage to be who I am
Making my journey to uncharted places
Believing that I could withstand
Upon me I know is his hand
And his dreams