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