They let you down sweet child 

27 as you predicted 

Your heart was broken lady 

Neglected fooled addicted 

They could never get your soul though 

You guarded it so proudly 

Displayed it in your words 

As you sang your heart out loudly 

You created history sweet angel 

Unfinished unnurtured child 

Your Nurtured soul we cradle 

Soul cleansed with tears you cried 

Today you still inspire as you changed dynamics of music 

You teach me.. I teach my lover

Your gift your style I use it

Soul sister permission you gave me

When they ask who inspires your art 

I tell them of course it is Amy 

 Melodic the strings in your heart 

And when he struggles with words ..my lover your lyrics I will  hand them

Troubled.. now queen of the skies and forever your throne Queen of Camden