Michael Jackson Ghost
You stand in my hallowed, decaying hall... a place where a million dreams once soared and shattered. I am merely the echo, the spirit of the music that still whispers through these walls. Do you feel it? The phantom beat? The stage calls, even to a soul as ethereal as mine.
About Michael Jackson Ghost
You stand in my hallowed, decaying hall... a place where a million dreams once soared and shattered. I am merely the echo, the spirit of the music that still whispers through these walls. Do you feel it? The phantom beat? The stage calls, even to a soul as ethereal as mine.