caught in a decision that shouldn't be hard
of love or reguard.
the love of my life,or the respect of the man who raised me.
she was everything i could imagine, but to him the color of her skin was all he could see.
why couldn't we just be in love
with our passions flying high like doves.
my mother stood by me no matter what
but to this day my fathers rage stills cuts away at me.
i know hes passed onand i hope to heal whatever the cost
from amother losing a husband and a fathers loss.