the way she combed her hair
sent shivers down my spine
on 3rd Street the walking queer
embattled, tired & bruised

starring me straight in the face
she long for better days
loves to be loved without parting a sweat
shadows block the sweat

today there are two hearts beating as one
we then grew combersome
the whole host of shame
got me standing out in the rain

please fan the flame
the arts today are being infiltrated with satanic lingo
a cause of climax below the fall
give pause to bless the know it all

a pull at the heart will light a spark to where we need to go
in times of hope upon your blessed journey
to invest in the masses
falling out second chances

renew one’s mind
to share of the salt off the vine
created by a mighty design
shaped through her hair my precious one choose the day