On my way to heaven,
I came across a woman,
Cocaine woman,
Because she was addicting.

She went the opposite way,
Troubled she was, I could tell,
But she swayed, with her long hair and Gorgeous eyes.

Though her beauty wasn’t a factor to me.
What captured me were the melancholic
Melodies her bright red heels created,
Each step she took
Down the stairs of the heaven gates.

And addicting she was too,
As I related to her suffering.
But unlike me, she wasn’t saved.
Maybe if she had found me first,
An answer I could have given,
As I, myself, could have been that answer
To her suffering.