I walked through the smoke....

I walked through the smoke,
and smelled the familiar shock.
While her life is being provoked,
from the cigarettes in her box.
She is slowly killing herself,
the more she does, the closer she gets.
Her children are going to be by their self,
if she doesn't quit while she's ahead.
The music plays in her head,
with a sadness written on her face.
She wants to quit, but,
her sadness slows the pace.
Please, just for once,
put the cigarette down.
Please, Mom! Before you die,
please throw away the Smoke Queen's crown!

She walked through the smoke,
and smelled a familiar thing.
She provoked smoking,
to her son and the Smoke King.
They are slowly dying,
oh please, stop here.
Prince and King,
She needs you, to her you're never near.
The music plays, all over again,
but they just won't listen.
To the voices, in their head,
they just let the cigarette light glisten.
None of them could stop smoking,
so they slowly fade away.
Smoke Prince, Queen, and King,
cry out the next day, and quit.