she was a rocker!  kinda reminds me of betty davis, love this album

Flying

Floetry "It's Getting Late" (The Sean-Toure' Remix)

Lyrics:

Who would have thought,
that after ten years bound in vows,
she’d chase the butterflies again…
with her hidden flame?

A child, a home, the days in line,
yet something in her chest would pine.
For trembling skin, for honey’s taste,
a spark she thought the years erased.

It wasn’t lack of love,
it wasn’t fading light.
It was hunger for a kiss,
that stripped her soul in sight.
A gaze that pierced her quiet frame,
and set her blood on fire again.

Time reshapes what we adore,
but silence burns behind closed doors.
And she, within that secret flame,
carried her charm to guard her game.
Her husband…
could never guess her name.

That afternoon became the spring,
each petal trembled, blossoming.
Beneath the hands that drew her near,
and called her soul with just her name, clear.

A tear that fell was not of grief,
but overflowing sweet relief.
It slid like truth upon her face,
confessing joy, her hidden grace.

Nothing waits, yet some things stay,
etched like fire that will not fade.
She knew exactly what she craved,
the wish, the flame her soul had saved.
And her lover… barely guessed her ways.

She hid it deep beneath her skin,
a sacred fire, a sacred sin.
It cannot be told, it cannot be planned,
it can only be felt… through every strand.

(It can only be felt…)
(It can only be felt…)

[Outro – Soft piano, suspended strings]
For the lover they all thought she betrayed,
was the husband who had always stayed.
The one who knew her, flesh and soul,
the only man who made her whole.

[FadeOut – Whispered tone]
(And she smiled…
for the fools who thought they knew,
when all along, it was always him.)

And she smile

A slow-burning ballad where heartbreak turns into release. Tears as rhythm, sorrow as song.

Every Time He Comes Around

Minnie Riperton

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