We see it.
We know it.
Those that grew up in racial society.
Still lost on a changing world.
When they reflect back it's on a time of lost memories.

When one group was seen as less of them.
When in facts they must admit many then as now, are better than them.

And in a changing world, they feel left behind.
And if they don't change in this changing world.
They just have those golden memories.

Time waits for no one, no one at all.

You give me peace and tranquility.
You everything sweet with a little grace.
I admit, you, my harmony.

Like lyrics fitting of the theme music.
We together are a great production.
And there's no surprised to many that you are, you are my harmony.

I can sit all day and think about you.
About the time we share together, is a forever memory.
And I am happy thinking about us.
About the joy we are creating daily.

You, my heart.
Star of my affection, my, my sweet, sweet harmony.
And I truly will tell you, you were crafted to be with me.

Grab the paper and pen or pencil and write it down.
Drawa smile or draw a frown.
Except, write it down.

Write about the love, the emotion, you feel for them.
Write it down.
Write about the happiness they placed within your life.
Yes, write it down.

Write of the many reasons, they make you smile.
Write it down.
And in the event, they broke your heart, your spirit.
Write it down.

Release that built up emotion that enraging inside.
By writing it down.

Love is built of hurt, pain and disgust.
It's a part of the human nature within us.
So, write it down.

Let's talk about adults, in church.
We talk or hear about kids here and there.
Except, there isn't many differences.

Many upon their phones and distracted.
Some into the services, some still in the flesh.
Cause somewhere a member with talk about the church member with that short skirt.

Admit it.
Yes, admit this.
We ALL have sin somewhere during the weal.
Acted out in feelings over a certain conflict.

So, let's talk about adults.
Quickly, like church to end but after services, they have time to talk.
Then listen to the sermon.

And we won't mention the parking lot communication.

So, next time, you hear in church, anything about kids.
Le's talk about adults.

You don't know this, but its time you be told that you deep down in my soul.
From the moment you caught my eyes.
I made you, my goal.

You took a cold-hearted man and warmed his heart up like coal.
And suddenly at this time of truth, you deep within my soul.
Yes, deep down.
Yes, deep down.
Deep down within my soul.

Love comes. when you least expect it.
And I can honestly admit I been touched by you deep down within my soul.

Deep down, deep down, within my very soul.
I knew then, your love was my goal.

If truth be told?
It's hell loving you.
You got too much lip, too much mouth.
And you ponder why I'm late returning to the house.

My quiet moment is when I am alone.
Even when you call.
Sometimes I just look at the phone.
Because its hell loving you.

If truth was honestly told?
This is something you should already know.

If I saw the real, you many moons ago?
I strictly would have decided to live alone.

I am loved.
What?
Is there to complain about?
When you are loved?

I am blessed.
What?
Is there to talk about?
When I'm blessed.

To live and breathe upon this lovely earth.
Is a treasure we all take for granted too much.
And to have someone so in love with you.
Comes down to nothing to measure it too.

So what?
So what?
Is there to complain about?

Money only holds so much weight and its people love for it that causes so much trouble.

Cause they yet to find true happiness.

I am loved.
I am blessed.
What on earth?
Is there to complain about?