Amy Winehouse

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

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