MAN OF INSPIRATION
He who is my pride
He who is my life
Opened the two doors of dance.
Without him I may have wilted
Without him I may have drifted
For who he is the King Of Pop
To me he was always the top.
Although I never seen him close
Through his life and performance I learned the most.
Through his dance it always gave me chance to grow.
The way he thrives for perfection
has always been a true inspiration.
When he was gone, I suffered
Will I ever dance again?
Seeing his performance again gave me strength
So I am continuing until the end.
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