Tinge of silver in her hair,
A wrinlke here and a wrinkle there...
Safety on the brain
and not on weapons relies...
It's those cracks that let the light in
Those holes that keep us humble...
Let me tell you about destiny.
It can't be controlled...
She was born with them
They're her gift from God...
My heart says I'll be just fine
But my brain says otherwise...
She roamed the
universe like she owned...
In a World where shadows
Remove the sunlight...
I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...
The last time I checked
The election was done...
A Woman's face withers
upon a morning sun...
U are my all
U are my happiness...