Imagine if you had never been a kid
and were forced into everything you did
you never went out to play ball
in fact you never went out at all
By the time that you were ten
You were being written about by grown men
Michael I know that you have learned
That respect is not given its earned
And you will always have mine
Until the end of our time
Ruby Mae Heard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michael-jackson-2/
