In heaven I am a child
I had to dance one last time. And sing. For money. That's why I was born. To dance and sing. I was given no choice. And I loved it all my life. But then I died. Disgraced. There was no more time. My beloved dream milk killed me. I was Michael Jackson. Crazy Jacko to some, but fortunately loved by some. Most of all, I wanted to be a child myself. In heaven I am a child. No one demands anything from me, and no one disgraces me.