Death of a Singing Diva
You cried out to us through your songs Your life played out before us As if you had a choice in the matter We saw you slowly crumble, Sometimes stumble, Many times mumble, As we watched with bated breath It seemed as if you had it all Beauty, Money, Fame, And that voice, Spun like silk Could have made angels cry Much too young to die so soon We were supposed to be given many more years by way of your lyrics But now you’re gone The world loved you more than you loved yourself You loved your addiction more than anything else Eventually you allowed it to exhume you Steal your soul First comes the rise Then the fall It’s always harder when you’re coming down Especially off that smack high, crack high, alcohol or prescription high Are You a Billy Holiday Or a Marilyn Monroe How about a Whitney Houston A Janice Joplin perhaps An Amy Winehouse for sure All of whom sang the Blues Begging to be rescued Underlying mes...