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