Clive

Clive.

She sings in struggle.

She sings in shine.

She sings like the angels,

In Heavenly skies.

These days it’s so easy,

To believe you can fly.

She casts out her Demon’s

And raises up high.

She is above all others.

No need for new lover’s,

For she has the one who inspires all her song’s.

Forever she will sing,

Because that’s who she is.

She’s crashing and burning,

Only holding on to her kids.

She used to have millions,

Now she’s broken and broke.

She lost it all.

It all went up in smoke.

These are the days of the aftermath.

She no longer laughs.

She falls with a crash!

Her icon is broken.

She sits alone smoking.

Her once awoken,

Is now sleepily dead.

She tried her best.

She passed the test.

She conquered the world

And with a whispered death,

She was gone.

No more songs.

The shining sun went out,

And now...it is done.

Who is she?

Who did she want to be?

You all know her story...

No it’s not Britney.

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