♉TheWickedOne♉
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The song has ended, the music has stopped
the lights have dimmed on the stage
The dance floor is dark, the air cold and stark
An icon is done with an age
An era is over, good times are no more
And we've only ourselves to blame
His life was our treasure, always fine pleasure
But we treated it all like a game.
A young boy from Gary, who gave us his all
danced and sang from his core
We took and he gave, he had nothing to save
Always leaving us wanting much more.
People all over, loved him with heart
He nurtured and cradled our souls
His voice was poetic, his wardrobe eclectic
He helped us to reach all of our goals.
One cold wintry day, a child came to play
And nothing else was the same
It was a game for gain, a whore for fame
Oh the pain
And it took all our music away.
So long a day, time inched away
And our souls yearned for more song
Just one moon walk, just one smile
We knew that he did no wrong.
But the tabloids beat him, the accusers pointed
Those in control, wanted the old
He diappeared, left silence to deafen ears
They succeeded in murdering his soul.
One late spring day, he came back this way
and we jumped and shouted with glee, screaming our love
He said 'I love you more' and raised his glove
But he was just not going to stay.
One hot summer day, angel wings took him away
His body and spirit broken, his doctor looking on
He took his last breath, then we heard of his death
A part of our souls now gone
Like a thief in the night, his life was taken
His voice stilled, his dancing killed
An era of entertainment gone in a flash
A child in tears, gone so many years
Dust to dust, ashes to ash.
Speculation, investigation, obligation,
Everyone on for the take
Fifteen minutes of fame, like it was a game
We hoped that it was all fake.
But here we are, alone and still
The music and life are gone
We say goodbye, cuz they say he DID die
But he'll alwyas be number one.
Copyright © 2009 - Sp8260
the lights have dimmed on the stage
The dance floor is dark, the air cold and stark
An icon is done with an age
An era is over, good times are no more
And we've only ourselves to blame
His life was our treasure, always fine pleasure
But we treated it all like a game.
A young boy from Gary, who gave us his all
danced and sang from his core
We took and he gave, he had nothing to save
Always leaving us wanting much more.
People all over, loved him with heart
He nurtured and cradled our souls
His voice was poetic, his wardrobe eclectic
He helped us to reach all of our goals.
One cold wintry day, a child came to play
And nothing else was the same
It was a game for gain, a whore for fame
Oh the pain
And it took all our music away.
So long a day, time inched away
And our souls yearned for more song
Just one moon walk, just one smile
We knew that he did no wrong.
But the tabloids beat him, the accusers pointed
Those in control, wanted the old
He diappeared, left silence to deafen ears
They succeeded in murdering his soul.
One late spring day, he came back this way
and we jumped and shouted with glee, screaming our love
He said 'I love you more' and raised his glove
But he was just not going to stay.
One hot summer day, angel wings took him away
His body and spirit broken, his doctor looking on
He took his last breath, then we heard of his death
A part of our souls now gone
Like a thief in the night, his life was taken
His voice stilled, his dancing killed
An era of entertainment gone in a flash
A child in tears, gone so many years
Dust to dust, ashes to ash.
Speculation, investigation, obligation,
Everyone on for the take
Fifteen minutes of fame, like it was a game
We hoped that it was all fake.
But here we are, alone and still
The music and life are gone
We say goodbye, cuz they say he DID die
But he'll alwyas be number one.
Copyright © 2009 - Sp8260