She lies there by the bayside

Hovering over like a dove of memories

Starless nights her love became with a slow dance

On stages in Harlem

She’s a teen

A child of God

Her secrets of darkest days passes on through the years

Her body smells of sweet roses in the garden

A fragrance so astute

How lovely is it to be launched into history

The shape of her life to shine

The sun covers her eyes

A miracle scene reveals of her path

Leads the way unexpectedly in one place on time

The life of experiences with beauty

She has always had

Every since a child been born again