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