If you ask me?
What makes my day?
You are more likely to hear me simply say.

It's her.
It's you.
Meaning both statements is true.

I write about love.
I sing about love.
I dream about love.
It's a true bond between us.

So if you ever ask me?
What makes my day?
You are most likely to hear me say.

It's you.
That I sing about.
It's you.
That I dream about

Say it.
Just say it.

Say it.
Just say it.

Say, you love, baby
Say, you love me.

Say, you love, me baby.
Say you love me

When I call you on the phone?
Say, you love me, baby.
Say you love me.

When I write you a letter?
             (Write back)
Say, you love me, baby
Say you love me.

When I'm standing before you?
Say, you love me, baby.

Just say it.
Yes, say it.
Just say it.

Change me.
Lord, change me to be what you feel I should be?
I have been a sinner(pretending to be a saint)

Be not surprised(we see many pretenders in church)

Change me.
Lord, change me to be what you know I can be?
They're still good qualities in me.
Just change me.

If there is a perfect person(presently on earth)
They simply a liar because they not even in the church.

We go to church for forgiveness and to be closer to the Lord.
Seeking resolution for this sin within.

Lord, change me.
Change me.
Change me.
Dear Lord, change me.

Stories, men could tell.
And you best believe they won't be based around fairytales.
But more linked to the comedian sitting in prison.

Based on statements a decade ago.
And some of those complainers are just as guilty.
Many support the time as to what was going on?
Who hadn't heard about the joy within Club 54?

At this moment, in time.
Just like then.
You have women still playing mistresses of their own free will.

No lawsuits.
No accusations
No allegations.

At this moment, you have women in colleges seeking a sugar daddy.
And women in general choosing to freely pay this lust for play or pay game.

At this moment stories, men could tell.
Men don't hide behind MeToo gripes.
And some women crying foul won't admit they were a would adventurous child.

At this moment while you reading this.
A woman is playing with a man of her free will.
And won't come forward to ever reveal.


She has grown and in some cases know it's wrong

This love?
That I feel within.
Will protect you from the beginning to the end.

This heart?
That beats for you.
Will always continue too.

This man?
That stands before you.
Will forever be by your side during the bad and good times.

We will face every obstacle and succeed.
In no way whatsoever will we be defeated?

Because of this love?
That I feel within.
Will protect you to the very end-Have I fail you yet?

This heart?
That beats for you.
Will forever, forever, forever continue too.

If our blessings?
Should come in, don't cut and run.

If we lose it all?
Still stay with me until the end.

Long before our blessings of wealthy.
We were blessed with happiness.

If bad news should befall me?
Whether it's health-related, don't cut and run.
We see many do this constantly.
For I will never vanish from your life.

If bad luck should befall us?
As long as we are together we have the best luck to survive it all.
Our inner strength will protect us.
All because it's based upon the love within us.

No ifs or buts.

please keep it safe. safe where no one else could have it. I kept it this long just only for you. hold it don't let go. don't break it, no don't return it to me just keep it I'll be needing my heart again one day.

Time flies.
Before you know it,
you're not six,
but sixteen
and you can't even remember
what you were feeling
when you rode a bike for the first time.
You can't remember what you felt
when you first accomplished something–something big.
You can't wrap your mind around the fact that you're two years away from
being considered an adult
because you sure don't feel like one.
In fact,
you find it amusing
because you're not even responsible
enough to know what to wear in the mornings.
It's crazy to think that we are just kids
who swear we know the future.
We think our words will take us halfway around the world
but most of us won't even leave this town
and that girl who dreams of the city
will never see New York.
When we were younger,
we thought being teenagers
would be heaven.
We dreamt of makeup
and parties
and sneaking out to kiss the cute boy
across the street
but nobody ever bothered to tell us that
there would be days when we no longer want to live or, rather, days where we
feel so numb we'll do anything to feel something because truth is,
we feel kind of dead inside
and all we want is to feel alive.
and so we swallow pills
and we cut open our skin
in hopes of getting rid of the monsters
inside our heads that follow us every day,
even though everyone told us
they'd be stuck under our beds.
it seems like just yesterday
you were playing with dolls
and now you're writing poems about a boy who won't ever see you
the way you see him.
It's hard for any of us to realize that
in a year we won't remember
this very moment
and you won't remember how fast
your heart beat when he held your hand
for the first time
because in reality,
feelings don't last forever.
Nothing lasts forever.