The Beautiful Gift

Senorita on the beat Elizabeth carried me A secret in her heart

A tiny seed of life before the pressures start I grew up knowing her strength

the work of her two hands In a silent empty space Where a father

should stand they said he's a pastor A man who knows the book

I built a perfect picture with every curious look Eight years went

by With a space on my wall Waiting for a who never seemed

to call I carried hope for eight long years A question

in my stare line to the final answer that he just wouldn't share