MICHAEL JACKSON ♥

"No!" Michael said with a voice of thousand angry people. "Leave them alone!" He got up and before our eyes, he turned into a colossal mechanical robot, getting ready to kick some bad boy butt.
"Whoa!"
"I always knew there was something special about him."
When he turned into a robot, he grabs us and places us up on the roof. Pretty soon, he pretty much took down every one of Eric's hencemen and the only person left he had to take down was Eric himself.
"And now, for you." His mechanical voiced said. He puts him up por his casaco and throws him a hundred feet away.
"Ahhhhhh!!" Eric screamed from...

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain…
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine…
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we shed before
Did you 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 you pledge your only son…
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine…
Did you 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 coração 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 coração 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...

Mmm, ah, mmm
I’m gonna make a change, for once in my life
It’s gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right

As I, turn up the colarinho, colar on my favorito winter coat
This wind is blowin’ my mind
I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat
Who am I, to be blind, pretending not to see their need
A summer’s disregard, a broken bottle top
And a one man’s soul
They follow each other on the wind ya know
‘Cause they got nowhere to go
That’s why I want you to know

I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any...