Cigarette Man

Just another day waking up to a cold empty house The breath dragging deep outta my lungs I walk outside and light up the morning's cigarette Breathing in the smoke deep deep in my lungs Emptyness as far as I can see against the shining sun And brillant blue of the morning sky But inside the gray clouds and storms brew, roll Prayer that goes on don't let anyone see inside my heart (This is a writing by my grandson who lives with me.)