Dear George, I thought of you today,
When I heard Last Christmas on the radio,
And it made me so sad hearing your voice,
So much talent, so much fame, so much glory.
A man full of genius and light,
A singer, a pop god, a philanthropist,
A son, a brother, a friend,
A man with demons inside.
A tortured soul, a beautiful face,
A talent so immense,
But still just a speck on the universe,
A universe that never cared less.
Your voice told a story,
Lyrics to touch the soul,
Words long remembered,
Hearts that you stole.
Your voice that moved so many,
A voice that could make you cry,
Of loves that you lost,
And a soul that paid the price.
A voice of an angel,
Who is now living free,
I hope you are happy,
I hope you are at peace.
When I heard your song today,
I thought of how you died,
I thought of the songs you had left to write,
And I sat in my car and cried.