PaPa (아버지) - Paul Anka Every day my Papa worked to help to make ends meet, to see what we would eat, keep those shoes upon my feet Every night my Papa would take and tuck me in my bed, kiss me on my head after all my prayers were said Growing up with him was easy time just flew on by. The years began to fly through his age and so did I I could tell that Mama wasn"t well. Papa knew and dee..