CAN­DLE IN THE WIND

The Weekend Post - - News -

Good­bye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold your­self While those around you crawled They crawled out of the wood­work And they whis­pered into your brain They set you on the tread­mill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a can­dle in the wind Never know­ing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your can­dle burned out long be­fore Your leg­end ever did Lone­li­ness was tough The tough­est role you ever played Hol­ly­wood cre­ated a su­per­star And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the pa­pers had to say Was that Mar­i­lyn was found in the nude And it seems to me you lived your life Like a can­dle in the wind Never know­ing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your can­dle burned out long be­fore Your leg­end ever did Good­bye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold your­self While those around you crawled Good­bye Norma Jean From the young man in the twenty sec­ond row Who sees you as some­thing more than sex­ual More than just our Mar­i­lyn Mon­roe And it seems to me you lived your life Like a can­dle in the wind Never know­ing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your can­dle burned out long be­fore Your leg­end ever did Your can­dle burned out long be­fore Your leg­end ever did

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