Noemie Loizana
Just seventeen years
A cherry trilby
And so many tears
From those people listening
People like me
If you lift me up
Then I shall see
Such passion such beauty
Such a throaty refrain
She sings like she means it
Not one gram of strain
It flows like a river
Haitian she be
An indigenous Angel
Who clearly is free
That black dress was fetching
Who eyes big and round
A smile and mascara
Blue which I found
Enhanced with affection
And gave her that look
And the voice of an angel
That’s in my book
Her long hair
Her youthfulness
This girls a star
Her tone gets me thinking
And me from afar
With such perseverance
She reaches and I
Am left just imagining
Really how high
She could go far in this business
With beauty and flair
With the voice that just floats
If she could be there
Into the heavens
And over the sky
This girl has a voice
I shall love till I die