Purple Rain

Suddenly you still behind the window,
watching the rain falling and thinking
how nice would it be, to be out there...
getting wet by your kisses from the sky.

and i get my lighter
and the cigarrette starts burning my breath.
the ashes become the past
and the smoking grows with the wind
in the future.

what are you thankfull?
I wanna thank for all whats happening
for the art
for the friend
for the food
for the love
for the things i lost
for the things i got
even for you reading this post

Ashes can be cleaned by the water
and smokerings can disappear in the wind
but I still remember, all what happent this year
the year I watched the purple rain washing my eyes.