People tell me I got a light about me but I dwell too much on things
Wasting time wasting time on remembering memories of wasted things
I look up and stare at the moon at night, the sight of her comforts me
We have an understanding that no matter what, at the end of the night Ill count out loud my blessings
Look at me, your Libran Holocaust born in Philly, A1 cheesesteak sauce
My eyes opened, wide, wider than they’d ever been, staring right past you, past the lies, straight down to heaven
Then I look up to the moon, and she’s still there with me, shining and smiling down, what a sight to see!
There I am, I think as I see myself, just a fragment of black girl magic, made from the image of God
Heavenly woman, made so heavenly, when life gets to be getting the best of me, I’ll close my eyes and remember you’re with me
You are me, we’re one, my desire, burning bright like a fire, with my eyes wide open, I gravitate higher, and drop down to heaven, heavenly spun
You’re the one, you won me, mostly heavenly one.
Inspired by Teena Marie/ irons in the fire