Do Not Expose to the Burning Sun

Trash fire burn ban lifted all the way

Let's see how much you'll burn in a day

I'd bet my right arm and my right leg

You'll turn all that's sacred ashen grey

Turn off and parade

Gesture toward the entrance of the cave

Shift my lips and send me on my way

I'll keep on edging shadows pace

Promise me I'll end up catching shade

Turn off and parade

On the way

Race, know the cadence

Tame but don’t force it

Rot, heart still racing

Pace in it’s rarest form