In the morning you wake up,
and what you're thinking is the same
as when you're laying in bed at night.
It's the same when you're
counting down the minutes
until school is out
as it is when you
are out with your friends.
You cry for it, you laugh for it,
You try for it, you work for it,
You wish for it, you pray for it.
Anger can't take it away,
and neither can anyone else.
I know corny poems can't explain it
as well as I would like
But these thoughts,
are all about love.