Stroll to Paradise- an American Ghazal. Since the dawn of time when our souls were born, Weve expected this mourn, To tie down our camels while our bloods still warm, and redeem our love for a stroll to Paradise. to Paradise. A stroll to Paradise. to Paradise. to Paradise. You were a father, a brother, a lover. You were a father, a brother, a lover ... and a friend until the end, And I hope that your love shoots you right up to paradise. Straight to Paradise! Your mama, your sister, your daghter and your wife - Want to write your name up in the sky, your name up on high! Oh, I dont know if your name was ever brought down low. By a foe ... or maybe even a friend. But the angels on your shoulders, they have taken a look, And recorded your love in the Book, the Book of Paradise. Your body may be buried in some green green rise. But only your love can take you to Paradise, to Paradise, to Paradise, to Paradise. Only your love can take you to Paradise. So I bend my body down to pray that your love is enough to pave your way straight to Paradise, straight to Paradise. And I bend my body down to pray about your judgment day. I bend my body deep down to pray that your love will take you away to Paradise, to Paradise, to Paradise. ... Aziza Cloud , 23 March 2014
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 11:29:18 +0000
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