My Daughter Amy

R.I.P Amy Winehouse 

Her love was pure, to all 

And one another, she touched souls  

She sang with a loving voice, such beauty blessed  

She lived fast on a fast lane, she needed me  

Taxi driver, to drive home, her friable mind  
What talent she had could be lost over night  


Replaced by blurry tongues, boozy antics   
And daddy's taxi will wait the whole night  
And daddy's worry will last the whole time  


If only I could take the curse of fame and success     
If only I could drive away her demons   
Of men with bad influence, they gather like vultures 


Will she still be my little girl,  my Amy Winehouse  
He wonders with pain and fears the worst
He says "In  my head I  paint a picture of worry"   


And daddy's taxi will carry her to rehab   
But then she was made famous for opposing with song   
And daddy's world would be turned upside down   


When he was  finally told, nightmare did manifest   
And that he can no longer pick her up to safety  
The angels have got her and news spread with shock  


The last of his taxi ride home to safety  
This time an ambulance awaits  
And the gods of luck are without answers  


This time the drive would be in a funeral procession   
And she will be celebrated, she was loved   
But to daddy she was just his little girl who never came home