English, smokey, jazz house blues
In youth so Innocent so much to lose
So raw and talented pop star dreams
Before the demons rose, and took her being
Have you seen her in her ballerina shoes
Covered with blood track mark abuse
A soul, her soul, taken away
Heroin, Liqueur til she couldn’t play
Her love, brought addiction, then disappeared
Leaving her helpless, an empty shell
The star fading fast everyone saw
Watched her implode, dropping there jaws
Falling from stage, acting in rage
Fueled, haunted, by the girl who once played
Cat temptress lined, emerald eyes
Can you feel her calling, from her pain deep inside
A legend, yet so young, no one believed
That she would be taken so early by Angels received
The pouring, the cries, the gathering of fans
The oceans of flowers the candles and pain
She “Woke Up Alone” “Tears Dry on Their Own”
Never successfully in “Rehab”
It’s “Me & Mr. Jones”
Colored in black, like a modern day beat
Joined the 27 club
So many musicians she’ll meet
Midnight wings, carry her dear soul away
Up to the heavens, but her music remains…
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 