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!