North Carolina Ballerina, Lady of the Piedmont, she left Earth to enter heaven's welcoming brightness, to dance into the angels' presence, for she died because of a drunk driver, My heart's rage roars, the anguish has tattered my mind, as the rain gently falls from a weeping ash sky, From the cup of the ages, I drink the acrid taste of another lost youth, Oh, justice was denied! The dew glistens on the white roses of innocence, like tears on an infant's cheeks, a solitary black rose among them, a dark beacon of mourning, Yet death passes into life, North Carolina ballerina, Lady of the Piedmont, whose beauty and grace has not left, but dwells in the midst of us.