As I watch the sun out through the glass
I wish not to step out onto the grass
As I depart from my domicile
I notice it’s worse than it’s being in a while
The sun beats down so strong and proud
In the sky there isn’t a cloud
The heat washes over me, saps my strength
The walk to my door seems such a length
As I start to walk I feel so weak
And I know that my suffering’s reaching its peak
As the sun beats across me I start to feel quaint
“Oh No! Not again†I’m starting to faint….
