Like a shooting star
You stole the show in our skies
Young as you were
Enviable star whose fame knew no bounds
This is it
A childhood was stolen
The press will not allow you be
Even a father’s greedy for money
Could mortgage a child’s future
This is it
Your dance steps were out of this world
As shown in your trailblazing moonwalk
None could match your girly voice
Neither could songs so heal our world
This is it
Your adulthood was beclouded with scandals
The world will not allow you be
Too much money to benefit from
Can turn your best friend to an enemy
This is it
With jealous and envious pursuits
They murdered your sleep
Not even the doctor’s strongest sedatives
Could bring the peace you need
Until you finally rest in peace
This is it
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