Was there really no other way
than for coke, hatefull love and alcohol to pray?
Was there really no other possibility
than to build to destroy and not to be?
I know there was nobody strong and caring enough to guide you
No one who sent away your dark blue
From the beginning no boundaries
No father, no mother, no friend to blew away your quandaries
Your problems killed you before you were dead
I wish life would have saved you instead
Amy Winehouse, you are the last ruler of jazz
In that landscape of worthless stones you are for ever and ever the topaz.
© Roland Danckaert