My baby Michael

Last Tag of another Jahr is almost here
And i can't help but fight a tear
Another Jahr without my boy
Is surely going to bring no joy
Parties happening ,music,fun all around
But all youll see on my face is a miserable frown
Dancing ,fireworks,counting down the clock
But Bilder of Michael in my head I can not block
Trying to drown my sorrows in drink
So maybe then I wont have to think
Just then someone yells "Turn the Musik up loud"
As I hear the beat of the Musik my herz feels proud
Thats my boy,always livens up the crowd
Bodies moving and swaying to Black oder White
My herz threatens to burst with all its...