Of an auburn nest and drunken eyes
Of life lived for love and love alone
A string of lies
A voice in the woods
A home and rehab which stand misunderstood
A life lived in haste
Few Songs sung in prime
When you flip through those pages
It’s the substance underlined
Many a voices condemn her quest
Many forgive, many forget
Twenty seven and put to rest
The lights dim, she shines so bright
Her life fades...her song remains
