He was just a man with a body and soul
But his talent was such a gift to us all
We cried when he died and we witnessed his fall
He had simple beginnings a lone Southern boy
To his mama and papa he was their pride and joy
In school a loner he walked his own road
Few friends would he have to help carry his load
One day in a class he started to sing for his peers
And they stopped and listened then he heard the cheers
He knew then he had something rare and unique
And he began to do more to practise and seek
He sang in church and in places he would sneak
He would go to the window and he would lean in and peek
A rhythm he heard tugged at him it was so pure and rare
And he knew it was something he was meant to share
One day he recorded a song for his mama he loved
And some others were there, they saw a gift from above
This boy had something they could sell to the world
And that day the legend started to unfurl
The rest is all history and we know every part
He was famous and talented and stole everyone's heart
But somewhere in it all the boy was lost to himself
Like his spirit was taken and put on a shelf
People would tell him what he should do or not
They would praise him,lead him,in the end he was caught
Living a live that was chosen, but not by him
His family, his music, his spirit was starting to dim
He was still oh so talented and had tried for so long
But that wasn't to be as so young he was gone
What he could have done we will never know
But in death his legend continues to grow
The candles still burn and the people they go
To his house and his grave their love they all show
He remains to so many a King of their heart
The young boy still sings as he did at the start
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