Her music isn’t a dance, it’s not just a song, it’s a feeling I never felt before.
There was only one time that I felt like I could climb without having to fall,
But returning to the past is a dangerous venture, in which only my mind is at stake,
And the many blows it has taken has left me perpetually ascending and descending.
Her words were spoken in honesty, I couldn’t help but feel her voice was mine,
Maybe because I’ve abandoned those ‘sweetest melodies’ I am paying the price,
But it is a terrible way to live if you will never really be removed from the place in which you stand,
Because for me, I have still yet to remind myself why her voice was the cries of my aching heart,
Why I could never have to feel regretful that her music was my greatest crime,
She spoke about GOD, she spoke about her sins and her voice cried out to mine,
I never knew love or sadness then, but her song was my song too.
Her beauty will never die, her voice like sweet honey is indelible,
The mark she made on my mind is one that will last,
And her mind will always be a diamond that glimmers in the current where I,
I am borne back perpetually into the past.