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 The Soul Singer          
She treads the stage under the sky;
She looks on out, her head held high
Whilst holding back the tears she'd weep,
She's come back from a deathly sleep...
The pain she felt ne'er went away,
But came to plague her everyday;
With no escape but to lament
About a love that came... then went..

So soulfully she sings her song
Of love gone bad which did belong
To the life she'd led before,
And now she sings to set the score...

From somber lows to chilling heights
She gives her all under the lights;
The people watch and softly stare
At teardrops falling from her hair...

So sadly on, she sings her song;
A siren's sound amidst the throng
Of life and now a love that's dead,
Drowning in the tears she's shed...
So soulfully she sings her song
Of life and love and what went wrong...
And in amongst the tears she's cried,
She softly sings of how she died....
... For Tina, who passed away then passed my way


The Story Behind The Song

The Soul Singer is one of those stories of  loss, and is based upon loss. Yet I didn't hear about the loss until the day after the 'event' happened -the day* I wrote the poem....

I used to 'hang out' with a cool  group of people and we all followed a band, seeing them perform each week. It was because of this a good social circle built up - with those in the inner sanctum and those on the perifary who were more usually friends of friends...

This poem is dedicated to one of those friends. Her name was Tina and she was a singer. Attractive and talented, one would have thought, looking at her from the outside, that she had everything to live for.

I'm not sure who knew of the troubles she nursed within, but on the Monday I received a phone call from her friend to say that she had committed suicide the day before*. She had driven her car and crashed it.  I looked at the poem I had written the day before and thought...

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