it reminds me I have sinned
it shows that I am black
that I make mistkaes
that my heart is ugly
and when it chips away
and some black fades
it reminds me that
it is not always so black
it shows that I am black
that I make mistkaes
that my heart is ugly
and when it chips away
and some black fades
it reminds me that
it is not always so black
I never wanted to leave her lips -
for they were so soft, and warm
and full of passion, love and hope.
