George, 'tis your Last Christmas,
Have you found angels and peace?
Your sweet December song,
A melody that didn't save you
Are you still praying for time,
Or setting your soul free?
I never really knew you,
Until Careless Whisper stole my heart;
It was all I danced to,
With Faith, and Fast Love
Taking the lead at times;
These were the days of my life.
Your voice was soothing,
Healing the pain felt inside;
Your heart was generous,
Like Jesus to a child.
We thought we knew you,
Through your songs; we always did.
You know, my mother had a brother -
He was a dear, a Father Figure,
Big-hearted like you, died in October.
It makes me think 2016 is the year
The angels are all called home;
To a different corner, away from us.
You were amazing,
Your songs touched chords so deep;
Through our long and winding roads,
You have been loved (surely);
And we'd never know where or when,
We might meet again, at the edge of heaven.
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