Sweet River

So young,
So innocent,
You came into the world of fame,
At a tender age,
You had to support your entire family,
As well as various-hangers on,
You couldn't cope with the pressure,
So you turned to drugs,
To lift you above it all,
But you began to change,
You became a shadow of your former self,
In others eyes anyway.

Then one day,
You took something,
That could make you fly like a phoenix,
When it works right,
But when it doesn't,
You fall, fall, fall,
To your death.
You fell sweet River,
You fell,
But your mystical qualities remain,
In the works of art that you have left behind.