We do it.
We might not admit.
But we sit in church being judgmental.

From the clothes that saints wear to those of the ministers.
Yes, it goes both ways.

We might not admit it.
We don't agree or accept everything many ministers say.

We just following protocol.
We do it.
Just might not admit it.

We judge the sinners, and they judge the saints.
We might not admit it.
Except, it's true.

What are you going to remember about me?
When I'm gone.

Are you going to remember my heart?
The love I shown and shared.
Or just the way I care.

Are you going to remember my life.
What I hated?
What I like?

When I'm gone.
Are you going to understand my ways?
And my ways might not be your ways.
We are individuals into different things.

That we might not always be on the same page.

Are you going to remember my smile?

Think about me anyway you like.
But agree I had a wonderful life.

They said..
You have the right to stay silent.
Anything I say will be held against me.

So, I said, I love her.
From the depth of my soul to depth of my heart.

They said...
Think before you speak.

Why should I?
I said, she means the world to me.
And I hope I means the world to her.
She, my peace.
She, my foundation.
My calmness through any situation.

Hello heartbreak.
Make no mistake I've been here before.
Thinking I found my love just to see myself alone once more.

In truth, somethings should just stay a dream.
Because, when reality comes you see things so differently.

It's so different than you imagine.
When the one you love?
Doesn't want the attention given.

So, hello heartbreak.
I just telling you my truth story.
No need for me to embellish.

They don't wear the latest brand or shoes.
They don't wear name brand clothes.
They don't try to fit to be like.

You either do or don't.
They comfortable being alone.
Well, loved at home.

Very respectful.
Very loved.
They the simple kids just enjoying life.

They are not disrespectful although a few friends just might.
And those friends know ways to act when at their homes.

You either show respect or you gone.
Some adults tell you in a second, you're not fully grown.

They the simple kids just enjoying life.

The kids many wish others were like.

Have, I change or have you.
Have our love faded or been renewed.
I'm asking you.

Have, we grown or became distant?
Have, we adapted or still seeking?
I'm asking you.
Do I still bring joy to your heart?

I look at you and see the same love I knew.
Still, not afraid to tell you.
Unlike the seasons, you yet to change.

And to myself that is a good thing.

Has our love embedded us?
To see all the reasons that, we stay in love.
I'm asking you.

For, in my heart compared to you.
There is no other.

I thank you.
I thank you for you love given so unselfishly.

I thank you.
I thank you for my life given so tenderly.
At any moment it could end.

I thank you.
I thank you for keeping me at peace.
When the war within could easily explode.

I thank you for my friends and enemies too.
Those that we aware we have to keep close at hand.

I thank you for just being you.
Change you have never went through.
It's the folks that do the things you wouldn't do.

I thank you for my family.
Sometimes, now sometimes they a journey all to themselves.
But I thank you.