Those yesterdreams were just a cruel and foolish game we used to play, yester-me, yester-you, yesterday.
Disrespect is real stuff.
Exploitation, mutilation, mutations, confirmation to the evils of the world.
I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this 'smell the roses' kind of thing.
The power has to be in your desire to see everyone thrive.
There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.