The Heat of the Sun
The heat of the sun
She looks in the mirror
Don’t recognize her face
Use to be so pretty now she looks
Like from out of apace
She is just eighteen
Got in to the wrong crowd
She had some dreams
Was going to make father proud
Her mother died giving her birth
in the back seat of a car
And she grow so beautiful
You swear she’s a movie star
She thinks her mother die
because she was born
And all of her life
She never enjoy the heat of the sun
She looks at the needle
Pick it up and put it down
If she don’t stop now
Could end up six feet under ground
She meets a guy in school
And exchange student from Spain
He says that he loves her
And got her hook on cocaine
She tries to fight it
But the way out was to long
It keep pulling her in
The addiction was to strong
Since then she’s lost it
Her will is being out done
And she is living but don’t
Feel the heat of the sun
Her father loves her
But he hurts so badly
And if she goes to him
He will open his arm gladly
She builds up the courage
And when out the room
She says dad help me
She was in rehab that afternoon
She’s doing ok now
The carving is gone
She walks on the lawn and it’s the fist time
She feels the heat of the sun
Some times we all
May lost our way
But there is always some one
Who wants to help us thru the day?
No one is perfect
Sometimes may fall down
We have to pick our self’s up
And feel the heat of the sun
Copyright © Kasim Ishmael | Year Posted 2012
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