Some, are good
Some are great.
Some are bad.
Child memories exist.

Maybe, thinking about standing on the bus stop as a kid.
With your mom/dad or sibling.
All being your protector.

Waving to the parents as the bus departs.
Childhood memories reflect greatly from the heart.

Might be time with grandparents or dad and mom.
They exist to share.

Could be centered around your favorite teacher or instructor.
Maybe, even you're on-time minister.
Or learning to fish.

When older?
Childhood memories you just don't forget.

Now, that you are gone.
I realizes I could have treated you better.
And now I regrets it sincerely.
I guess I have so many regrets.

I cry when I think of you.
And many ask what is wrong?
I just keep reflecting through my tears.
That I could have done way better.

Sure, you confide in me certain things.
Things you wish could be.
And not all your sadness falls upon me.
But doing certain times I was your ear.

One of a few that supported you.
Still, I have so many regrets.
Whenever I think of you.

They see you beaming
Your smile just a gleaming and eyes a glow.
And now they want to know.

Who the smile upon your face?
Have you feeling joyful each and every day.
Just who
Just who
Just who
They want to know.

And you proclaim, it's me.
Who keeping you delighted?

They can tell by your mood you in a different zone.
And that you happy just by your tone.
And all your friends want to know, just who doing this.

And I proclaim before anyone.
It's me

You said it.
You admitted it.
I gotta give it to you

Yes, you're more than a woman I thought you would be.
Gotta gives it to you.
Gotta gives it to you.

You said you make me happy.
You said you could do more.
You said you give me more than I could handle.
And every word seems to be true.

And I gotta give to you.
Gotta gives it to you.

If happiness was our goal.
Then you exceeded it all.
And I just must accept you made me the happiest.

They quick to profess you blessed.
That you lucky to have me.
When in truth and reality it's me.
They say you're lucky more than you know.

They saying many good ones doesn't exist.
And I can't honestly agree to this.
But when they say you lucky.
They really don't know it's me.

Everything I prayed for have come true.
Just by having you here in my life.

If I raised, you well?
I done my job.
It's not about being perfect.
Life with kids doesn't work that way.

If major trouble you avoided?
Then I have done my job.
Respect and manners being installed with love.
For others to see.

Then again, I have done my job.
Yes, even parents get things wrong.

If one ouch of faith?
I have placed in your life.
Then I have served my purpose.

If I can honestly say, I'm proud of you.
Then I have done my job.

Someone you can come to say I am proud of you dad and mom.

What?
What created the problem?
Your mouth.
Scriptures states the tongue is made of evilness.
And when you speak it's to create more mess.

Why?
Why that's hard to explain?
Some lives to create pain until it deals with them.

When upon the phone?
You say things to others that's not necessary to know.
Then when confronted?
You acting like you should be upset?

Why?
Your mouth created the trouble.