I hate this.
I hate that.
Well, what do you love?
Tell your parent since you the complaining child.

With less many do more.
Thank them instead of being a complaining child.
Love them, protect them, adore them.

Stop comparison to friends with more.
They have complaining children too.

Name brand, forget it,
Eventually, when older?
You be able to afford it.
Now, face facts on reality too.

Parent or parents has more complains about you.
Some tell you.
Others refuse too.

Be glad you have someone to tell your troubles too.

Oh, for sure.
Oh, for sure, we thank God for the parents we had.
That father.
That mother.
That grandparents or maybe some siblings in that role that raised us.
Guided us from danger or certain trouble.

We knew a parent stare and what it curtails.
We knew the consequences wasn't going to be good.
But that message stuck with us not to find out.

Oh, we not saying we perfect.
Except this present generation couldn't handle the crisis.
Yes, some spoil, and that apple fall upon their adult tree.

So, sometimes in comparison, we say thank God that that firm dad or mom.
And yes, various neighbors played a part in it too.

Act out at that visiting home.
You might regret going back to yours.
Oh, we knew how to act in church.

Even, sat that aunt or uncle.
We just knew.
So, thank God for individuals that raised us to know respect.
Sometimes, we don't give them enough credit.

I like your eyes.
I love your smile.
I adore everything about you.
Hate to admit this even that attitude.

I enjoy your laugh.
I enjoy your hugs.
Both are to me a sweet comfort.

Within you is something that melts my soul.
Yes, this truth has been told before.
Love, you are so, so special.

I can't begin to describe all your qualities.
But salute you for just loving me like you do.

You a joy.
You, my joy.
And forever happy being your lover.

Your love you placed in me
Yes, you trust me with your heart.
And although I am not powerful like God.
I just know if I must protect it.
I will.

If I must block others from personal attacks?
I will.
Sure, surely, I will.
Because your heart deserves protection.

And I am your man of action.

If I must create our own world of happiness.
I can, yes, I can love.
You my heart and I determine to be your security.

If I must die to protect you from harm.
Then that I will do.

When others opine on you?
Saying, you're different than what they use too.
Just be you.

Whether it's deals with the music you listen too?
Or car of choice.
Or race of the woman/guy you love.
Just be you.

Who has the rights to control your choice?
But you, yes but you.

Be you in life.
And live it right.
Although many will say it's not the way they like.

Just be you.
Even in your political views.
Many will try to narrate you to act like them.
Applying pressure your way.

Just be you.