By Gerald Marshall
When heat is all up I feel
You’re tired of the steel
When life seems no more
And lying down is what you adore
When isolation becomes too much
Then you long for a lost touch
When those who you supposed to love you
Hate you
Or that’s how it seems
When you embrace the way a singer sings
When her lungs blow you feel blown
Away
You’ll feel love from all these things
Until they say
You die on this day!