Adore me, because eventually you will love me.
Hold me, eventually you will feel me.

Like the warmth of a cozy blanket my arms will be your comfort.
Yes, your heater.

So, adore me.
Eventually, you will love me.
And it will be so unselfishly.

I still smile.
I still love.
You're still the one causing it all.

I still laugh.
Even at the disagreement between us.
I still in love.
For me there is nobody else.

Too old to go through another love path.

I still reflect upon our good and bad times.
But when I do only happiness mostly come to mind.

You're still the one at top of my mind.
Yes, still the one that I pledged my love for all times.

Offended, get over it.
Comments hurt but only if there is truth within it.
Folks, seeking a mythological world of fantasies is hiding from reality.

Our past offends one more than ever before.
Even, now you see it going on too.
Still making up laws to discriminate against a few.

Folks, it's nothing new.
It still the same hue from the powerbroker's crew.
And they cry let's get over end to hide.

But truth always been on the oppressor's side.
You know the phase; you can run but you can't hide.
Besides history can't be erased for them to save face.

Your decisions hit ever minority race.
And now here they are crying in modern times.
Sensitivity hurt, so put it in your pocket.

And face facts, eventually you will pay in time

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.