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Tribute to MJ

As the world mourns and pays respects to the legendary 'King of Pop' let's just spend a few moments remembering one of his most cherished message to the world. As his brother Marlon Jackson says in his speech during Michael Jackson's Memorial Services at the Staples Center "We would never understand what he endured...being judged...ridiculed..How much pain can one take? May be now Michael they will leave you alone..." . Truly, when he was alive he was thrown into a trench of scandals, at least now lets hope he will be remembered for all the goodness in him, for he truly deserves it. The lyrics of this lovely creation of his speaks volumes of the kind of person he is and we should salute to this hero who will always live in our hearts. I hope, we not just read, listen and enjoy but also try to contemplate and practice this message (in our own little ways).




"Heal The World"

There's A Place In
Your Heart
And I Know That It Is Love
And This Place Could
Be Much
Brighter Than Tomorrow
And If You Really Try
You'll Find There's No Need
To Cry
In This Place You'll Feel
There's No Hurt Or Sorrow

There Are Ways
To Get There
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
Make A Better Place...

Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me

If You Want To Know Why
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living

Then It Feels That Always
Love's Enough For
Us Growing
So Make A Better World
Make A Better World...

Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me

And The Dream We Were
Conceived In
Will Reveal A Joyful Face
And The World We
Once Believed In
Will Shine Again In Grace
Then Why Do We Keep
Strangling Life
Wound This Earth
Crucify Its Soul
Though It's Plain To See
This World Is Heavenly
Be God's Glow

We Could Fly So High
Let Our Spirits Never Die
In My Heart
I Feel You Are All
My Brothers
Create A World With
No Fear
Together We'll Cry
Happy Tears
See The Nations Turn
Their Swords
Into Plowshares

We Could Really Get There
If You Cared Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
To Make A Better Place...

Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me




Here is the link to this wonderful work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W61Q-EZ8R7M&feature=fvst

Rest in Peace MJ. You will live forever in the hearts of all your fans for your music and more...

PS: Today, I am really glad as I look back 5 years to my 12th grade group song competition where we, as a class, performed
Heal the World , simply cause we honestly believed in the beauty of its lyrics and music.

Comments

Anupsar said…
Precisely ! I thot so too.
RIP MJ !!
http://anupsar.blogspot.com/2009/07/era-of-michael-jackson.html

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