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, it's my essay 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 thing in life Somewhere to live someone to love And the good book to live by Some say his heart is big Although his fortune's small I don't have a lot, it's my essay 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 with care And even when his 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 thank the 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