• When I hear you sing my heart beats uncontrollably,
    I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like standing next to you.

    It would've been magical even if I was born in your time,
    But I wasn't.

    Now I sit here, While you are in heaven or rather hell as you said that's where you'd rather be when you 'leave'

    Why so young?
    Why so genuine?
    Why so god-like?

    You once said you'd never make old bones, How did you know?

    What about the day you discovered you could sing?
    Did you know before that?

    Just remember that not all people are as magestic, beautiful and funny as you, Those who aren't envy you.

    Sometimes I wonder,
    Are you watching me at this very moment?
    What do you think of me?
    Do you approve?

    Sometimes I try and interpret your songs,
    I sometimes laugh, There are some weird bits.

    I only really have one thing to say,
    Rest In Peace My King (Or Should I Say Queen?)