Words like destiny, holding him up to unattainable heights
Unmoved by words, unsold on dreams
Craving for a hand to hold, he never lived; alone
Uncomfortable in his own skin, he was made perfect
God's voice serenaded millions through him
His light still shines today - his body of work a cultural heritage
Separation anxiety weighs heavy
He was his own man, meant to follow his own path
A thriller, he healed the world by beating it
A broken shell, ready to climb back into the cocoon
Unable to build, he broke down walls
The ones in his head, holding him up from dead
A tribute, a prayer, an ode to his stature
My human nature - fragile and unbroken
In remembrance, I offer this token
I am but a man, unknown but knowing, unbeknownst to them
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