Last Song
I‘ll keep the image of the flying ships
floating in the dark sky.
as you looked for the childhood
you were forced to leave behind.
Your voice singing like in a chant,
Your appearance transformed by the lack of self acceptance
Your fame didn’t come for free:
You paid a great price
It might have cost you more than your life.
Your music, your voice, your happy feet
You tried so hard to please us in everything you ever did.
As you fed the artist inside of you
You allowed it to take over your very soul
You became someone else,
A man foreseeing his own fall
And the show is over now.
You are no longer here.
As your travel through the never ending night
I hope you finally find your place,
I hope you’ll be able to see the face
of the man in the mirror
as you so hard fought to find.
So sing your last song, Michael,
As we sadly say good bye…
Sandra Lira Rodrigues
June 26,2009
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