Whitney's not dead.
No! It can't be.
I just saw her singing on stage.
I just saw her on TV.
She's not dead. She's alive.
Her energy just sings.
I'm so thankful for the joy and light.
So thankful for what she brings.
I can't enjoy the funeral.
I can't enjoy the hoax.
Because Whitney's not gone.
She's too busy inspiring hope.
Maybe she travelled to India.
To see the that run and play.
Or I bet she's flying in to Soweto
asking Mandela if she could stay.
Whitney's not gone she wouldn't do that.
She wouldn't leave us here. Like that.
I miss her so much. A voice and spirit so
amazing.She would laugh to hear me say, "Yo...
She was PHAT."
Whitney I love you. Now..stop playing games
with our hearts.
Heveanly Father please give her a brand new start.
Maybe you can come back and try it again. Oh Whitney!
Please Whitney I know you hear me *softly whispering
softly* thank you so much for everything."
Thank you for being a sister friend.
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