A symbol of love
Of expression and individuality has passed on today
The purple one has gone on
to that heavenly Astral plane.
So many memories, that so many around the world
Have created including myself to his music, all I can say now is the greatest of thanks

Prince taught me that being different is sometimes what's best for the soul
That music can be blended within and without to break down the walls of culture and the barriers of hatred, brick by brick, hole by hole.

So thank you so much prince, for all that you've given the world.
You're an angel now, jamming with all of the lost ones up above.

He acted like Prince.
He knew that it doesn't take much
to have them on their knees,
blind.

People, when given a choice,
make always the easiest one.

Now he's dead,
they're crying for him.
I'm crying for
them.

Don't make me lose my mind
you were so hard to find
baby can't you stay with me tonight?
we'll party like it's 1999.

Why must you play this game?
when I only want to see you laughing
in the purple rain, purple rain
You know I won't make a fuss
cause you don't have to be rich
you don't have to be cool to rule my world
I just want your extra time and your Kiss!

Don't make me wait here alone and blue
cause darling I would die for you
you say - I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend, I am something
that you'll never comprehend
and I would die for you
darling if you want me to, want me to
I'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that
you'll never understand
and I would die for you

the beautiful ones
we always seem to lose.

In sign o' the times
Was when doves cried
As the purple rain fell

Rushed by the stormy ‘purple rains’
Crescendos that picks in all peaks
Softness of the male energy portrayed
Prolifically flamboyant and eccentric

Ambiguous, mysterious sensual reciter
Classically unconventional and different
Shedding the specifications of gender roles
Crowned by dark shades of violet pizzazz  

As the rain settles on the dusty grounds
As the soil solidifies and paste the others
As the dove wails looking for its nature
Rest in peace as the mascara waters down

Rest in Peace Prince
Another legendary musicians lost
Leaving us into frost
Why does it have to
End like this
I just want to ask God this
I'm so curious
Everything suddenly becomes silentv

Once upon a time
a long time ago
in a land far away
there lived a princess,
a damsel in distress;
with a hope
that one day
her life would be made whole
with a kiss from a prince.

A prince,
a hero  of sorts.
He’s fought dragons and
monsters and
thieves.
He defended his kingdom
with all his might
with the hope
that his life would be made whole
with a perfect
damsel in distress.

At the center of the tower,
the one in which the princess lives
is a man,
of an unfortunate, horrible
evil.
And just like the princess,
and the prince,
the antagonist, the
king
is just as cliché as the rest
with a hope
That he will rule the kingdom.

The one guarding the girl,
the damsel in distress,
is the monster -
the dragon,
the one from childhood stories.
He shoots fire from his mouth
the color of blood
and he defends
the princess with all his might,
with a hope that one day
he’ll taste the prince’s blood.

Promise to kiss me
like Prince Charming.
And when the shoe doesn't fit,
Promise to love me like ******.
And I'll Promise to sweep
up the ashes
when the oceanic Heaven in your eyes
is scorched by what could've been.

Promise to keep the urn
of our almost eternal flame
on your mantle.
And when you get lonely,
Promise to spread me
on your bed sheets.
And I'll Promise to
rise
from the cinders
to make your heart flutter
the way it did when
you first Promised to love me.