There was a boy, a long time ago. With a voice, but it was in control. Control from his father who wasn´t believing in him yet.

No, he says, you won´t sing. You are too young, you may play the drum. But I don´t want you to sing your stupid song.

Listen to me, you stupid brad. I’m your father and yes you will regret.

But after this the boy opened his soul and sang the song that stops his father from beating him.

His childhood was forever gone; his father smelled money and total freedom. Wasn’t noticing what he was doing to his son.

 A long time we just saw a boy. A long time we just felt the beat an fled with him trough his songs.

Look at him dance like no one before. Watch him dance; he performs the moonwalk, what is that? It looks so good, his songs are so fine. He is my god, people say. I love him, he’s mine.

But the boy, with his aching heart, he dreams of a normal life. He dreamt of love and being seen. Yes, I’m a broken child.

My father used my voice to get rich. I don’t have a life; people try to take it away. No freedom for me, Michael Jackson is my name. Just living in a big kingdom, in an open cage.

Tries to grab his childhood again: I will never grow up, I’m Peter Pan. I give every child a great experience on my ranch.

Yes, I give a child a moment of his life to explore what I never felt before.

This is what I want to give to the world. But no one was listening. Just parents who smelled money too. Listen up my child, your friend is rich. Tell the media that he misused you so we can make profit from what he gives.

I am so proud that I met you once, just on a balcony in Paris. You were standing there almost in front of me. I will never forget the pain on your face, I will never forget what you gave to me.

You gave me hope and made me think. Because I also know how it feels not to have a normal life. I know what you felt en feel what you knew.

I understand that life was dripping slowly out of you. I am glad that you now can feel an eternal youth. You will always be important to me. Because you opened some eyes and you have made me dance.

Life is not over; it just begins again. And I am dreaming that in the next one you will be understood.

Thank you for what you have given to me.

You are the King of Pop, the God of Music. Forever in my heart, for eternity.

Rest your soul, smile again. Now you can finally be a free and happy man.

Hug you in my dreams, C.