he's a hero

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 souvenir

from those purple-hearted war time days

but you don't hear him complain

no matter how the fall

i don't have a lot

he'd smile and say

but lord i have it all

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

all though his fortune's 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 last

and always last

he's the constant

in our family

beginning this long line of love

we've cared

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

when i close my eyes at night i feel him there

wear my name

well my child

be true and stand tall

you don't have a lot he'd always say

but lord you have it all

you don't have a lot he'd always say

but thank the lord you have it all

hero in my mother's eyes