Damian Wilson Heavenly Mine
The words of a woman are often unspoken
They lie in the gutter of faith and devotion
Either you're with them, or lying against them
Whatever you wanted becomes your possession
Half of this world's only joking
The others are purely provoking
She's heavenly mine
Eagerly pressing upon your intention
You laugh at her freely and claim your redemption
Such is on offer as lies and deception
With brief bursts of colour from chromatic spectrum
Half of this world's only kidding
The others believe they're winning
She's heavenly mine
Praying the good Lord has sent her a saviour
Forget all the others, tell them
She's heavenly mine
