Cold concrete under her face,
some could say she didn't deserve it,
her soul misplaced.
Tears fall for her voice,
it was not her fault,
nor her choice.
The one who is to blame?
a simple man,
The death of a singer was not his plan.
A few dollars to feed the starved,
nothing much for a singer with fame,
a misplaced knife would leave her carved.
And a simple man to blame.
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