my golden Angel

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That wewe alisema we were to gain…
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That wewe alisema was yours and mine…
Did wewe ever stop to notice
All the blood we shed before
Did wewe ever stop to notice
This crying Earth this weeping shore

Aaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo

What have we done to the world
Look what we’ve done
What about all the peace
That wewe pledge your only son…
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That wewe alisema was yours and mine…
Did wewe ever stop to notice
All the children...

Before Michael's death, I didn't know much about him.
I used to see all sorts of tabloids screaming nasty headlines about him at the drugstore checkout, and I always felt so sorry for him.
It became obvious to me that he was a target, for no one should always get so much cruel attacks so consistently, and my moyo bled for him each time.
It got so difficult for me, that I had to purposely avert my eyes no to look, but I knew they were there, and my moyo sank. After Michael's death, I heard Jermaine say that Michael was a gift from God and he had a mission.
I also heard many of Michael's close...