Her voice speaks volumes
as if amplifiers the tragedy
in her up rising Star trek
She's beauty and love

A parent my mother and
she's the goddess of the
world as if she was praying
to me, you must

Through the value until the end
of time I need you to heal
and live free from what the
doctor said the morning is glory

To the streets the ghetto child
was the Holyoke Ghost of
a mythology monotheism
is your faith my child

I love her more when she yells
my name I'm tired to feel how
she could course them pain
Forever my dear