I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play...
I love you,” was his reply. “I make myself keep on loving you, despite what you do. I've got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe in you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
He won't listen to the music, and I can't turn it off.
People make the rules of society, not God.
Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.