To there
I want to be back
To be scorched by the sun so I can breathe heavily and thank God for the free air
I walk in the sand and kick it off like shading my problems

As the dust raises so my joy
The much the sad is, the more hope we have to get well in life
Barefoot to it’s hotness for nothing is permanent
Sinking into the heat and the sweating freshness of the salty sugar, if I must go it must be another memory to be boiled alive and yet love it
To hide in the stand of one heap over the other the ups and downs
And survive like the cactus the heart in me God made