No wails, just tears he’s gone
Our silent cry of loss he’s veiled
To the world he was unveiled early
To himself he lost his childhood
Brimming to adulthood he longed for what he never had
The innocence and freedom of a child
Young at heart, he sought for change
But grossly misunderstood the world he sought
Loved, wanted, yearned and hoped
Voice like the morning
In his fragile body is his strength
In his audience his happiness
On the stage he felt at home
Walking in our midst he felt a stranger
Sang of hope, love, want, despair and strangeness
Hoping, yearning, wanting, longing for freedom
Now you are in neverland
Where like peter pan you’ll be free
And maybe, maybe at last u will be free
hamid kareem
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-micheal-jackson-with-love/
