The gates of heaven open
I see a beautiful lady walking
I sit here watching her from my bedroom window
I hear the birds talking
...
A jar of cookies
Stood there before me—
Just one crunch
Will turn me so happy
...
There she stood
Beside her bed
Hurtful words
Wonders through her head
...
Sarah Abdulaziz grew up in Brooklyn, New York. (By the way, against all stereotypes of the Big Apple, NOT EVERYONE OWNS A GUN! Only most of them.) She grew up listening to others advice about how she should live her live, and decided to write a book describing all the pity and squabble that is actually in this world. She made this book so that other teens and adults could relate and take part in her own wisdom she had to fight to achieve. She enjoys ice skating and her perfect afternoon is curling by the fireplace with a book.)
Beautiful Lady
The gates of heaven open
I see a beautiful lady walking
I sit here watching her from my bedroom window
I hear the birds talking
Why am I singing this very loving song?
Your scenic hair blowing away my fears
I gaze at your face, and you shed a tear
I will take you to a place filled with secrets.
I wish to kiss those enchanted lips
I crave to hold those two miraculous hands
And whisper to your ear
Touch your soft beautiful face and
Tell you why today we are in this place,
I will take away all the pain and sorrow and,
We shall meet again tomorrow
I wake up from this daydream...
The beautiful lady behind me kisses my cheek and,
Ask me out to go get Neapolitan ice cream.
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