The world was in great depression,
the custody for your kids was in session.
There was too much buzz around,
all I wanted to hear your voice your sound.
I wish 你 hadn't gone,
all 你 had to do was sing one 更多 song.
I'm 写作 this to you.
your death has made me blue.
Why did 你 pass on June 25, 2009?
"This is it" last 音乐会 then 你 had to resign.
On my continuation my friend
told me 你 had passed 你 were dead.
God decided he needed you,
I respected the things 你 used to do.
Your songs were good, great,
to me and the 音乐 world 你 were a saint.
耶稣 decided he wanted 你 my friend,
你 and I know that your 音乐 is not at an end.
The world kept talking about him,
the planet and the sun now seemed a little less bright, dim.
Goodbye 你 were a story, a light,
see 你 later and when I see you, 你 will be a sight.