He stood by my gate
waiting for love to shine through
Forgetting the spark that he once used to use
It was in the beginning that he tried to be true
but, there always was another who could get next to you
I wanted to let him in, but he had dirt on his feet
Every time he came near he would try to compete
Never realizing that I don’t look at my life as a game to be played
Not knowing that this is me that he needs to be true
Walking alone I have learned to fear nothing only my God who makes me strong every day
I have not died of a broken heart, let this be known-- it’s only made me smart
Don’t go down for the okey doke rise and be strong life is not a joke
Sweet victory comes to those who can wait
Don’t go running out of the first open gate
Check yourself first, be true to the game of life
Don’t play the field of hate...
Walk into my gate with flowers and roses
Open to receive all the love that I offer--there’s no hoaxes
Just don’t fill my heart with negativity cause when it rains I want to get wet
Remember what you did to catch my groove, make me sweat, make me move for only you
My gate don’t swing open for jokers and lies, only open for the one who wants this prize
This prize is the one who was true all the time.
