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 bạn hadn't gone,
all bạn had to do was sing one thêm song.
I'm nghề viết văn this to you.
your death has made me blue.
Why did bạn pass on June 25, 2009?
"This is it" last buổi hòa nhạc then bạn had to resign.
On my continuation my friend
told me bạn had passed bạn were dead.
God decided he needed you,
I respected the things bạn used to do.
Your songs were good, great,
to me and the âm nhạc world bạn were a saint.
Jesus decided he wanted bạn my friend,
bạn and I know that your âm nhạc is not at an end.
The world kept talking about him,
the planet and the sun now seemed a little less bright, dim.
Goodbye bạn were a story, a light,
see bạn later and when I see you, bạn will be a sight.