I saw her
She was pretty
But she was high!
I wondered if it was the drug
or her beauty that had her so elated and free
Who wrote on her soul
the way that she should be or
did she believe the lie
that all would fade
with a sniff or a puff
gone are her Glory Days
When she used to smile and light up a room
now she just sits and stares in wonderless doom
How to be that girl again, that sparkle, that light
Hear us calling you sister, stand up and fight!