Going out each day to score

she was no whore but for me

celebrating every day

the way she thought it should be.

And now I donÕt know what to do

now pink has turned to blue

She was always by my side

and never tried to leave

standing up for me

and like a tree for what she believed

No more rope and too much dope

sheÕs lying on the bed

angels pacing

gently placing roses Ôround her head