Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Amy

Amy, will you sit with me, until the morning light?
Would you let me hold you close, throughout your darkest night?
Amy, let us set down here, upon the golden sands
The lapping waves, the gulls above, the thought of other lands
Now, tell me of your troubles dear, the burdens that you bear
And know that for this night at least you've someone just to care.

I cannot save you Amy dear- I cannot even try
All I can do is hold you hand, and watch your life flash by
But Amy, when you feel the urge, for your sake please don't shoot
For just one night don't light it up, don't sop forbidden fruit

You didn't have to burn yourself to set the world alight
You didn't need to guard yourself, or always have to fight.
Oh Amy, did you ever think there was another way?
Amy, did you ever know you'd have to face this day?

Amy, Amy, don't you know? Your time is running out
The dancing queen who shone so bright, fades out without a shout.
Amy, Amy, here it comes: the sun and turning tide
'Amy Winehouse, twenty-seven, this very morning died'