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     

Five Daughters

The White Powder; Happy Dust
In support of :http://www.iceniipswich.org.uk/

I am alone, lost in a dark place
It is my love of life, t' brought me to y'r door step

It is the excitement you bring

That lured me into your seduction

Then at night;  scooch, you broke me in two

On addictions, my nostrils bleed, for your nose candy

You made me walk in the cold at night, junky all alone

You sold me for cheap, to the devil's wickedness 

It is my love of life, the need  for joy

That brought me, desperate to your door step

It is my love of life, that brought me here 

Here, onto scared unhallowed grounds 

While I watch conniption, my hysteria of loneliness 
In outer skin, out of body, seeing myself 
About to comatose in sensation  
Felt betrayed by your ghostly powder 

Left on the coroner's lonely cold table 
Stripped of  my dignity, to bare 
Long before being bisected by autopsy  
To be identified by family, as empty 

Your white powder, 
Stardust, white lady, robbed me

You robbed me of my life, 
You stole away my dreams

The following below is written by the family of: Paula Clennell

I want your head on my shoulder
I want to breathe you in and know that you are safe
I want to see your, feet up watching telly
I want to tell you, not to swear
Angel girl, come back to me

Written by: R.I.P Annette Nicholls

Me and my adorable man
Will one day walk hand in hand
Away from this place
For the rest of our days
For the rest of our lives
No more this, no more that
No more the other
Me and my brave, brave man
Nights in with the telly
Days out with the family
A walk in the park
See me the sister
See me the daughter
Perhaps in time, a wife
So Proud
See me , a mother.

The Five Murdered in 2006 by Steven Wright ;
Gemma Adams, Tania Nicol, Anneli Alderton
Annette Nicolls and Paula Connell
May their souls rest in peace