Man With the Voice
There was a man named Elvis
Whom they say had a gift
That gift was his voice
A voice that always had a lift.
He was a great man who lived
A friend to everyone he touched
He was happy making others happy,
Let the poor, feel there was hope;
He had a voice that did so much.
Gave the meaning of giving
Like air to which we breathe
Enjoyed grateful looks, of the living,
To see he's trying to help out;
In a life, with so much misery.
So here we go with that voice
That was trying to change this world
To be more of a giving one
And let us know, we all, have a choice.
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