I remember your lips.
Every single moment of them being kissed.
Yes, I remember all of this.

I remember your glance.
Every single moment you stare with love within them.
Yes, I remember all of this.

This isn't no dream of a quick fantasy.
Everything about you that I remember is a true reality.
And I remember all of this.

Your touch.
Your warmth.
Your heart.
Your sincere soul.

Within you is strength.
Within you is love.
Within you everything created by forces above.

We all sit and ponder and might even wonder about this great world.

And never get a complete answer.

Within us is strength.
Within us, is love.
And that's more than many others would seek to ask for.

It's not over that I cry, but you might think it is.
It's not you I am talking about in various conversation.
But you under this impression it is.

As much pain you put me through, it has faded away.
As much trouble you bought to me.
Now it's just a dream of yesterday.

Something I'm no longer thinking about in my life.
Yes, it's not over you that I cry, but you must think it is.

These just tears of joy streaming down my face.
Because at this present moment, I'm in a happy place.

My reality, been the best thing to happen to me.
Where would I be without my reality?
When I am lost in fantasy?

She is there to remind me of things to see.
Take the truth and accept and believe.
My love reality, been a sincere blessing to me.

When I am just drifting along?
She reminds me life is more than a created song.

The eyes speak volumes of truth.
It reveals so much about you.

Who you like?
Who you hate?
Those you find totally disgust.
The eyes speak nothing but truth.

The voice speaks of jubilancy.
The tone delivers a sound in similar ways of the eyes.
Those you love and of course despise.

Both just can't lie.

Try what?
Try that many say, in a small town.

Why not?
You only expose the fearful fools.
Still stuck in Twight light time afraid of reality.
Of a changing world that leaving them behind.

One redlight.
And nothing more.
Filled with people afraid to venture out and explore.

Yes, try that in a small town.
Where only the bigots live?
Then just maybe they don't.

Real, isn't you.
I can only speak the truth to you.

You stand there with your fake smile trying to be genuine.
Just remember I see your fakeness many of times.

Just like your fake laugh at a bad joke.
You knew it wasn't humorous the moment they spoke.
Then, maybe it's just me.

Fake, I can never be or ever try to be.
But this world filled with many pretenders.
Who simply trying to fit in?

They just tag along with no apology.