He's A Hero

[Man on Phone: We love you dear and always fun to see you and talk to you. I'll let you go, goodbye.]

He's a young man in his golden years

His hair of black now quickly fades to gray

The limp as he walks is his only souvenier

From those purple-hearted war time days

But you don't hear him complain

No matter how the fault

"I don't have a lot," he'd smile and say,

"But Lord I have it all."

He's a hero (He's a hero) in my mother's eyes

He taught her how to raise me right and never compromise

He always says he has the finer things in life

Somewhere to live, someone to love

And the good book to live by

Some say his heart is big, although his fortune small

"I don't have a lot," he'd smile and say,

"But Lord I have it all."

A rembrandt in his own right, a master at his craft

Creating something beautiful, a memory that will always last.

He's the constant in our family

Beginning this long line of love with care

Oh and even when he's gone he'll watch over me

When I close my eyes at night I feel him there

When my name will, my child be true, etched, and tall

"You don't have a lot," he'd always say,

"But Lord, you have it all."

"Ooh, You don't have a lot," he'd always say,

"But thank the Lord you have it all."