• Legs on fire,
    Your hearts' desire,
    Walking on a sunshine wire.

    Burning sands,
    Hot coals on my naked feet,
    I turn whiter still in the name of protection.
    Still the whip cracks upon my back,
    Red raw flesh underneath the straps,
    No cream could soothe it better.

    A kiss to the damage,
    Doesn't help it heal,
    Yet it's nothing to how it makes me feel.
    No tears do fall,
    Yet underneath it all;

    I shouldn't have stayed out in the sun for so long.