Wring the Sweat out of your Shirt

A wall of heat down on you bores enervates your every pore The fiery sun you implore ‘Who can take this anymore’ Your heart is deadened, your brain is fried There’s not enough fresh air to sigh Wring the sweat out of your shirt Hide your body’s baked-in dirt But check outside, just in case Hey, what’s this your arms embrace Drops of rain now splash your cheek A fresh wind blows from mountain’s peak A moment ago you’d surrendered Thanks to Heaven need be rendered