magical child: part 1 (by dancing the Dream MJ book). Once there was a child and he was free Deep inside, he felt the laughter The mirth and play of nature's glee He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter Beauty, love was all he'd see He knew his power was the power of God He was so sure, they considered him odd This power of innocence, of compassion, of light Threatened the priests and created a fright In endless ways they sought to dismantle This mysterious force which they could not handle In endless ways they tried to destroy His simple trust, his boundless joy His invincible armor was a shield of bliss Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss The child remained in a state of grace He wasn't confined in time or place In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed Soothsayers came and fortunes were told Some were vehement, others were bold In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature With the rest of the world he shared no feature Is he real? He is so strange Hi unpredictable nature knows no range He puzzles us so, is he straight? What's his destiny? What's his fate? And while they whispered and conspired Through endless rumors to get him tired To kill his wonder, trample him near Burn his courage, fuel his fear The child remained just simple, sincere All he wanted was the mountain high Color the clouds, paint the sky Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly In nature's scheme, never to die Don't stop this child, he's the father of man Don't cross his way, he's part of the plan I am that Child, but so are you You've just forgotten, just lost the clue Inside your heart sits a Seer Between his thoughts, he can hear A melody simple but wondrously clear The music of life, so precious, so dear If you could for one moment know This spark of creation, this exquisite glow You would come and dance with me Kindle this far so we could see All the children of the Earth Weave their magic and give new birth To a world of freedom with no pain A world of joy, much more sane Deep inside, you know it's true Just find that child, it's hiding in you. Il bambino magico: parte 1 C'era una volta un bambino ed era libero Nel profondo, sentiva le risate L'allegria e il gioco della gioia della natura Non era turbato dai pensieri sull'aldilà Bellezza e amore erano tutto ciò che vedeva Sapeva che il suo potere era il potere di Dio Ne era così sicuro che lo consideravano strano Questo potere dell'innocenza, della compassione, della luce Minacciava i sacerdoti e incuteva timore In mille modi cercarono di smantellare Questa forza misteriosa che non riuscivano a gestire In mille modi cercarono di distruggere La sua semplice fiducia, la sua gioia sconfinata La sua armatura invincibile era uno scudo di beatitudine Nulla poteva toccarla, né veleno, né sibilo Il bambino rimase in uno stato di grazia Non era confinato nel tempo o nello spazio In sogni a colori, giocava e si divertiva Mentre recitava la sua parte, nell'Eternità rimaneva Arrivarono gli indovini e furono predette le fortune Alcuni erano veementi, altri audaci Nel denunciare questo bambino, questa creatura sconcertante Con il resto del mondo non condivideva alcuna caratteristica È reale? È così strano La sua natura imprevedibile non conosce limiti Ci lascia così perplessi, è sincero? Qual è il suo destino? Qual è la sua sorte? E mentre bisbigliavano e cospiravano Attraverso voci infinite per stancarlo Per uccidere la sua meraviglia, calpestarlo Bruciare il suo coraggio, alimentare la sua paura Il bambino rimase semplicemente semplice, sincero Tutto ciò che voleva era l'alta montagna Colorare le nuvole, dipingere il cielo Oltre questi confini, voleva volare Nel disegno della natura, per non morire mai #michaeljackson #foryoupage #kingofpop #edit #fypviraltiktok - @graceamberjaxn_art