My mother had a rule, obviously, that I couldn't go across the street by myself, but I had to find a way of doing it.
When the truths of love are planted firm, they won't be hard to find. And words of love I speak to you will echo in your mind.
Loving you, until the day that 8 x 8 x 8 x 8 is 4.
Gun violence is real. People don't come back.
I'm glad I'm blind and can't see it.
Change your words into truths and then change that truth into LOVE.