Ryan White, symbol of justice
hoặc child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are bạn now, where have bạn gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, hoặc child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
bạn showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain bạn were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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hoặc child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are bạn now, where have bạn gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, hoặc child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
bạn showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain bạn were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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Michael Jackson những người hâm mộ are scrambling to stop the Discovery Channel from broadcasting a gruesome reenactment of MJ's autopsy ... calling the whole thing an "affront to human dignity."
TMZ has learned ... những người hâm mộ have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The những người hâm mộ behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
TMZ has learned ... những người hâm mộ have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The những người hâm mộ behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at bạn were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see bạn one ngày in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my tim, trái tim is hurting
Wherever bạn are, I feel bạn close no matter
How far hoặc how near
Why did bạn go? One ngày I will know,
bạn never đã đưa ý kiến goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at bạn were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see bạn one ngày in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my tim, trái tim is hurting
Wherever bạn are, I feel bạn close no matter
How far hoặc how near
Why did bạn go? One ngày I will know,
bạn never đã đưa ý kiến goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry