SING MY SONG

 

Sticky summertime, hot and burning.

Great volcano erupting in the far away land.

Birds chirping, chirping.

Funeral blues they are chirping.

 

I am searching shadows like a vampire.

The fear of being seen, under the great sun

Kills me softly with tingling fire.

Funeral blues is all I hear.

 

This is not a fair fight.

I lost when I began this race

Called life. How I wish to not

To carry the burden of being.

 

Sticky summertime, scorching skins.

My heart is about to explode.

Now sing my song for once,

Funeral blues is all I hear.