Hard, to say I'm sorry when they are gone.
They can't hear you their soul has moved on.
And your guilt has come along.
And you crying out your regrets.

Mabe, the wickedness of your mouth.
Or the many manipulations that you played to get your way.
Still, it hard to say I'm sorry when they gone.

The only ones hearing you is those that's alive.
Those that saw you, heard you when you cried.

Sometimes, loss makes you check your heart.
Which many of us should have from the start.
Not when they now assigned to another place.

You wear no crown.
Except, you're royalty.
Doesn't need to be call even a Queen because your royalty.
Just be being you.

So sweet, so true.
You stand out in your talk.
And a graciously style of walk.
Just being you.

Even, in your modest home, it seems like a palace.
Your presence demand respect.
Because you're royalty of the highest degree.

So, thankful for you loving me.

Like many in the world.
You saw everything but what you should have seen.
You saw his Jewlery.
You saw his clothes and cars.
But you didn't see him.

His love, his heart.

You saw what you wanted to see of a profited.
And he strictly could do for you.

You saw his world.
You saw his house and good furniture too.
But you didn't see him like you should have.

A sincere heart of a man that truly cared for you.
Wanted to love solely upon you.
Now, here you are in this world feeling blue.

I accept it.
I cherish it.
This gift you're giving me.
So, unselfishly.

I will honor it like its mine to give.
And I will give it totally and only to you.

This gift is potent.
Hypnotic and magical.
But adored by many.
I guess, you can say plenty.
Yes, the gift of love.

And chased more than you are aware.
This gift will last forever.

Hate not, those with wealth.
Some earned it.
Some inherited it.
Hate, not their blessings.

Hate not, those striving and surviving.
Some are determined to make things better.
Some just don't apply the effort.
Hate not, upon them.

In a world of jealous people.
Hate just arises and it's not so surprising.
And many times, it's for no apparent reasons.
Like folks' opinions of various seasons.

Hate not those with confidence.
Hate not, those seeking joy.
Hate not, the life you live.
It takes so much to live it and share it too.

Hate not, those that believes.
Or those yet to adapt that way.
In times, they come around to see why folks pray.

Hate not, upon any race.
Some are simply stuck in a forgotten time.
Just don't be led by those not adjusting the changing of time.

Beautiful, that's you.
Delightful, that's you.
So, many words to describe your heart.
But those two I have mention is a start.

Very intelligent, that's you.
Never, belligerent, that's you.
I guess this why I am so in love with you.

We, all seek qualities in the person we admire.
And there are so many within you that's touches my heart.

Adorable, that's you.
Wonderful, that's you.
So, many words to describe your heart.
And I seen these two of you from the very start.

Yes, I am running away from love.
Because it's just not what I want.
So, I'm running away from love.
Because it creates so much trouble

We all want to be needed.
Sure, wants to be wanted.
But I been free for so long and happy being alone.

Then you came, suddenly and turn my life around.
And it affected my whole life more than I wanted.

So, I'm running away from love.
Because it creates so much trouble.
So, I'm running.
Yes, I'm running.
Trying not to be captured.
Or feel like a love's prisoner.