After the curtain falls on stage,
sounds of the claps disappear,
the memories stay etched and fresh
and its the music that we hear
The single white glove stands out,
on your toes,standing a notch above,
the thrill of seeing your baby talk
the rush that carries your moonwalk
You rocked the beat with every rhyme,
from the famous 5 to being the single best
and if you ask,'do you remember the time?'
Yes,Mikey, for your fare has stood the test.
Shall we talk about the way you made us feel,
Shall we talk about the World you tried to Heal,
Shall we say it matters not - Black or white?
Tell us whether we need to see you in a different light...
But today you do not dance,
I see no white sock,
I see no twisted hat,
I see a kid with curly hair
I see a kid with an innocent smile..
MJ you are a Legend, a HISTORY not regret...
I see the Mikey that the World cant forget
( Here's to MJ..the kid who grew up with a lot of us..the guy whom everyone loved..
the only one we could listen to loudly when he came on the hated MTv..the one who's moonwalk we cud try n school and none wud dare laugh if we got it wrong...coz it was MJ..the one who sang the songs we wanted him to..
Bless you Mikey..and Thank you for the Music..)
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