The Man With One Glove

Let me tell you about the Michael Jackson we all know and love,
Michael Jackson, The man with one glove,
His voice was priceless, spun like gold,
His words magnificent, art to be told.
Feet so light, he floated upon the air,
His life, so short, why it just is not fair!
"How could he be taken so quickly?", I ask.
Michael was not done, he had not finished his task!
You did not give us time to blink,
You did not give us time to think,
You took him without giving us time to feel,
You took him without our knowing how to heal.
Michael's story has now been told,
It seems that now he will never grow old.
Peter Pan, he was, in Neverland,
And now it is how he will stay,
Young forever, if you may.
God, you must help me and hold my hand
Please give me away to understand.
I must have some time so that I may face,
The King of Pop has left our place.
The star we loved from boy to man,
Surely, my Lord this was not the plan.
The World as we know needed Michael longer,
It seems my Lord, your need of him was much stronger.
Perhaps my Lord, you needed his love,
Michael, Michael, the man with one glove.
I feel the world in its' daze.....
We all just can't believe that he is gone!
How do we manage to get along?
How do we get past this phase?
What do we do?
What do we say?
Our days are endless, bleak and gray.
It seems as if we always knew......
That our dear, sweet Michael would go away.....
Michael always had love to give,
Oh God! Why, oh, why could he not live?!!!
His words, his love, it broadened our days,
His music, his message, helped us in many ways.
What he left us will live on forever,
His message we will always treasure!
He had just so much love to give,
Why could he just not live?
Please make our days brighter through this despair,
As we curse you my Lord, it just is not fair!
Now our lives will be a monotonous task,
Why did you have to take him I ask?
The Michael we all know and love,
The King, The Legend,
The Man With One Glove.