In the church was work in God, and on the stage was work for man. Back and forth between two lands. Singing up a storm like no one else can. An eye of doubt and one eye of faith.
Uneven eyes but there was no hate. There was no disgrace. She went to a better place. Looking through
the night cloud’s eye as I told
Whitney Houston goodbye.
Poem by: Gail Nobles ©️ 2021
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