Every school has a Norma Jean
little bit legend little bit human just a touch of fae
kissed with the blush of youthful
Miss Laurie Mcleod, our candle in the wind
none of us really knew you, and all of us knew you too well.
Heart failure at half the common age for love to run out
Perhaps we drained it dry
with our lips and hands and hungry sharing of all the colors of your soul.