She was born in the ides of March
wrapped in aquamarine light...
a girl born with a heart way too much like her fathers,
a storm before
the calm of night...
but her mothers suppression
would halt
her internal Joan of arc fight
chains around her soul so tight
around a fire
too.
bright
but her sword was never lost
inside

Her voice was black velvet
soft but fierce, if you heard it you'd know it
a singer with a big heart
too big for this worlds desire to
take a pure thing
and tear it apart

her beauty was a curse
a target on her back, always against her.
she was weak and it was bold
they whispered poison behind her back
hatred sharp and cold
they didn't know
that there was liquor in her veins
and if there was a darkness in her stare,
a murders shadow lingered close
and it was a weight she couldn’t bear
They tried to break her
and she burned and bled..
a wild soul tangled up in their web
a lack of self love
only made her taste the dread
even more so.
and she couldn't
win the wars.

So many men claimed to love her
but then they just
threw her on stage like dirt
she had to bring her own roses
the curtain closed
before she had time to rehearse

Her voice was velvet
soft but fierce
a singer with a big heart
too big for this worlds desire
to take a good thing
and it tear it apart

a singer with a big heart
her heart is blue now like her birth stone
its crying its dying
its swimming in
the coldest sea
alone

aquamarine
aquamarine

a singer with a big heart
she is just human
never wanted her own beauty
every soul knows how to sing really
she ain't nothing
too worthy