Diana, Princess of Wales (1 July 1961 - 31 August 1997)
Your candles burned out long before, Your legend ever will.
It has been 10 years already. Still remember watching the live broadcast of the funeral. Almost cried while listening to Sir Elton John singing Candle in the wind. Her death was a great lost, not only to England, but also to the world.
And it really seems to me that she live her life like a candle in the wind. She knew that the media is always around her. She played with them, make use of them and bring them to places that requires media attention. From the Angolan minefield to the sickbed of a man with AIDS. She used the media attention on her to help gain public awareness and improve the world. But unknown to her, it is the media that causes her death in the end.
Goodbye England's rose. We miss you.
Elton John - Candle in the wind 1997
Goodbye England's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to our country
And you whispered to those in pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will
Loveliness we've lost
These empty days without your smile
This torch we'll always carry
For our nation's golden child
And even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you brought us through the years
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned our long before
Your legend ever will
Goodbye England's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
Goodbye England's rose
From a country lost without your soul
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion
More than you'll ever know
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And you footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will
