She walked w/ grace. Head held high. Wings ready 2 fly. She had a smile dat lit up the whle room. It shined so bright. It could out do a full moon. She's da Angel of my Eye.
She was so giving. So open. Down 4 whateva. So responsible, and respectful. Always smiling. She was a phenominal woman. She's da Angel of my Eye.
She was a wonderful mother. She was a gift from heaven. She is and will always be da Angel of my Eye.
In this lonely heart of mine, the blood that pumps through will neva be fine.
In these lonely eyes of mine, they only seem to tell lie's. But they neva seem to betray the heart that beats in me.
But when my heart betrays my eyes, my eyes betray my mind, and my mind betrays who i really am.
What can i do?