Teens don't know their wants from their needs;
the only thing they want - is to just be pleased.
You give them this and you give them that;
and they use you like an old worn out mat.

You really remind me of how I was;
I can't explain - it's just because.
You want so much to be rough and tough;
but, deep down inside, you've had enough.

When you feel the world is against you,
What do you do?
You give up on yourself and you quit trying,
Well, dry up those tears and quit your crying.
It's time to turn to someone who cares,

The things that happened are already done,
The person involved is only one.
You have to decide...you have to choose,
Is it everyone or is it you?
Treat yourself with love and care,

The name Chris, to me, is short for Christ.
To me, he is my love, my life.
Now God has given him, I sure am glad.
I now have a son I never had.
He's rough and tough as a boy should be.

A child all dirty comes into your home,
Scared, frighten and feeling alone.
Wrapped in the system we call foster care,
At night they start missing that favorite teddy bear.

I sit and look at the pictures on the wall.
I wonder what happen to them,
If anything at all.
I remember that day I looked in their eyes,
The tears were there I wanted to cry.