He drove across Graffiti Bridge in his Little Red Corvette...
The weather was calm, unlike the other day...
When the wind took control of his woman's Raspberry Beret...
Under The Cherry Moon and the stars in a wide open stormy sky...
Counting Purple Rain
drops, that totaled 1999...
His life, often came with Controversy, but Paisley Park was that place for Peace and Tranquility...
To see him perform on stage, often felt like an illusion..
The New Power Generation, came after The Revolution....
Later he took on the Industry,
from Cradle to Grave...
A Symbol on his face that meant, "I am free, no longer am I your SLAVE "
Sadly it's time, for that long KISS goodbye...
We have now become, his loyal DOVES that CRY...
-T Ursula Green
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