My Turn To Cry

You took the path never traveled

Everything you did was fresh and new

Oh dear mr Rogers Nelson

At 57, how can you be through

You wrote it and played it

Then you opened your doors and we felt it

You knew sound like the back of your hand

From the back of moms car raspberry beret, man

I look to you way up in the sky

At you and the doves up so high

Prince my man,

It’s my turn to cry

When it comes to music, I don’t know shit

But to my ear, you hit notes no man could hit

I don’t care what my neighbors day

In my heart, your groove, it will stay

What you had I can’t put into words

But it was yours, and yours alone

I hope you’ve released all your pain and rage

It kills me to say

You might be in a better place

I look to you way up in the sky

At you and the doves up so high

Prince my man,

It’s my turn to cry