My heart is a precious thing to me.
So why should I let someone in?
I have had my heart broken
so many times before.
And I'm tired of
feeling used, so
why should I
let you
in?

Words
do cause
someone to
hurt when made fun
of.

I should be holding my head up high
because I'm a young, black lady
who graduated high school
and is now going to
college. I make good
grades and have a
job that God's
blessed me
with.

I thought I knew you
I thought I loved you
I thought I will always want you
Unitl you revealed the other side of you

We use to go out and have fun

I'm like the grass
Sometimes I need to be cut down so that I can regrow but not so fast

I'm like the sky in clear view
Sometimes I'm gray and sometimes I'm blue

My words speak for me and represent the
real me to others. They can hit
home to some or mean nothing
to many. My words tell
the truth; never lies;
they symbolize,
what I see
in my
eyes.

We met about two weeks ago
When I said hello
You were shy
And so was I

We talked on the phone
And started hanging out
The feelings then were unknown

Absent from my mind
Are the thoughts of us being together
Forever

Absent from my eyes
Is the man that I use to see
It's the same frame but the picture changes rapidly

Absent from my heart

From our behavior on Earth, we have a choice between heaven or hell
I'm trying to change my ways so that in heaven I may dwell

I plan to be around the cross and at the meeting

I'll give you the stars and the moon
I'll move a mountain for you
You would too
If you love me...or do you?

I'll be there whenever you call me
I'll be on my p's and q's
You would too

I know that my life hasn't been perfect
That's why I'm talking to You to get it correct
There are times when I step out of line
And get myself in a terrible bind

Thank you
Because you have done so much for me
YOu have brought me so far
But now it's time for me to embark on my own journey

Life will offer me its all

Laughter is all I hear
The thought of being together is what brought us here

Smiling is all I see
Children playing, running, and being free

Your friend told me that you wanted to see me
Hold up, I know you ain't gettin nasty
You sent your homegirl to relate a message to me
I'm the one who should be gettin' nasty

What you mean

He made special reservations at
the restaurant where we first met.
We were seated and catered
with the food and wine. Then
in the middle of
dinner, he pulled
out a small
volour
box...