The King of Pop Music
With the sound of a feeble cry,the world was not to be the same,
Determined,to the world he laid down his game'
Defying the laws of friction,he rose to fame,
With tender silky voice he somewhat lessened our pain,
With thriller unto our hearts he held his claim,
Glittering,his costumes lit the stage with flames,
With breadth taking moves,he drove the world insane,
But like a true hero his flaws drew him into challenges plains,
Slowing him down as his strength grew pale,
But reproaching all circumstances he proved all challenges lame,
Facing his fears and sorrows he grew gray,
Hoping to relive his hay days,his hopes time disdain,
In our tender hearts he would forever reign,
As he soars on eternity's plane
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