-behind Bars-
~~^~~
Our parents, they longed for you so...
When you were born, their eyes they did glow.
Another Prince amongst seven Flowers,
You brought to them, so many happy hours.
You were only twelve when our Mother passed away.
I think the end began for you that day.
None of us even realised you were in so much pain,
Each one of us trying, our sanity, to regain.
You found your solace in a dreaded white lady..
She took your soul and made your world crazy.
For years you made our lives a living hell,
You depended entirely on her, we could all tell.
She quickly brought you down to her level,
And you knew she was just as bad as the devil.
This beautiful lady you call Ms. Cocaine...
Has only brought you a life full of pain.
It grieves us now to see you behind bars.
To know you no longer see the stars.
Not long after our Father went to his grave
Hoping you'd escape this life as a slave.
It is once again our hope and desire,
That you would conquer this white fire,
Make us proud again like you once did,
And finally bottle up the White Lady and close the lid.
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Copyright © Jenni Kalicharan | Year Posted 2016
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