It’s hot here and I can’t stand the heat,
Feels like I’m stuck forever on this seat,
I call for help but no one is out on the street!
The swing keeps swinging; day in and day out,
Your voice is muffled by the wind; don’t try to shout,
Nothing is certain so you hold on to doubt,
The fear is so dry; it redefined the drought!
Next to me lies an empty seat and I long for you,
It’s sad how I sit alone although it’s meant for two,
I kick real hard and somehow I drop my shoe,
Nothing changes: I’m on the swing, the sky is blue!
Forever I try to maintain momentum and adjust the pace,
Yet every time I close my eyes I see your beautiful grace,
With every kick I try to catch the memories, with every chase;
And every time I almost do, I’m haunted by your lost face!
On the swing and I am bored of swinging up and down,
One day with a smile, many others with a sad frown,
I take off one black dress to put on another black gown,
I play by the rules yet end up feeling like a clown!
The ropes of the swing are getting old,
It’s getting late and it’s getting real cold,
I cuddle up, I fold then unfold,
Just like any story that has never been told!