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