Michael Jackson

MICHAEL’S PRIDE AND JOY

I’m about to give anda an in depth view of each dream that I have. I do not know why I have the dreams that I have. They seem so real that I just cannot wait to tell anda about them in full detail. All of the dreams that I have, happen to be about me being Michael Jackson’s child. The dreams that I have being from my birth to adolescence. Before I start telling anda about my long dreams let me fill anda in on a few things. In my dreams I was born as Michael Jackson’s 1st child to Debbie Rowe and Michael Jackson. My name in the dreams is Alanna Michael Jackson, let’s...

Okay, I was shocked enough that Janet was here. But really? Did Michael have to be here too? I was not ready to see him atau say anything. I hope he didin't notice me when I accidentally slammed the fiiting room door shut. I could feel myself getting dizzy and my stomach felt queezy. This was not a good time to meet Michael again.


While I was waiting for some sign that either they left atau they weren't looking, I heard Alleana talking to someone. His voice was so smooth and soft. His voice was so angelic and so loving. "Is she okay in there? I saw her running back in there and then slam the door....

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That anda berkata we were to gain…
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That anda berkata was yours and mine…
Did anda ever stop to notice
All the blood we shed before
Did anda ever stop to notice
This crying Earth this weeping shore

Aaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo

What have we done to the world
Look what we’ve done
What about all the peace
That anda pledge your only son…
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That anda berkata was yours and mine…
Did anda ever stop to notice
All the children...

Hold me
Like the river Jordan
And I will then say to thee
You are my friend

Carry me
Like anda are my brother
Love me like a mother
Will anda be there
Ay, oh now, yea, oh now, oh, babe

Weary
Tell me will anda hold me
When wrong, will anda scold me
When Lost will anda find me

But they told me
A man should be faithful
And walk when not able
And fight till the end
But I’m only human
Ay, oh, oh now, yea, oh, yea

Everyone’s taking control of me
Seems that the world’s
Got a role for me
I’m so confused
Will anda tunjuk to me
You’ll be there for me
And care enough to menanggung, bear me

(Hold me) tunjuk me
(Lay your head lowly) Hold me
(Softly...

Before Michael's death, I didn't know much about him.
I used to see all sorts of tabloids screaming nasty headlines about him at the drugstore checkout, and I always felt so sorry for him.
It became obvious to me that he was a target, for no one should always get so much cruel attacks so consistently, and my hati, tengah-tengah bled for him each time.
It got so difficult for me, that I had to purposely avert my eyes no to look, but I knew they were there, and my hati, tengah-tengah sank. After Michael's death, I heard Jermaine say that Michael was a gift from God and he had a mission.
I also heard many of Michael's close...