Oh Lady Day.
Handcuffed heroin hospital,
At forty four,
Mr. Dufty writes,
Goodbye,
On the front page of the post,
She was just singing,
She was only,
Singing,
Tearing hearts out,
After a year of hard time,
Not a dry eye,
Sold out!
Just an another star in the road,
A stepping stone,
Who died in chains,
And I can't help feeling,
This
Uncertain something,
She sang so hard,
Coughing up horrible things,
From deep within,
But something never surfaced,
Something unsung,
I have seen the truth in the photos,
Truth can always be found in the eyes,
And pain can always be found in the voice,
In her heart wrenching voice,
That tares through me,
I know sweet heart
I know.
