LIKE A CELTIC BREEZE

The anthem of her soul,
it’s a bittersweet strain,
through highs and lows,
to ease the pain.

A fragile bloom,
with thorns concealed,
a rebel but yet a heart,
by fame unrevealed.

Like a Celtic breeze,
her voice will sing.

She faced the night,
with her wounded soul,
seeking comfort,
but darkness took its toll.

Her piercing voice,
in shadows deep,
lost in life’s dance,
a secret she'll keep.

Like a Celtic breeze,
her voice will sing.

So now far beyond the stars,
her legacy gleams,
an eternal ode,
her spirit beams.