the sun

after school walking home, fresh dirt under my fingernails, and i can smell hot asphalt, cars screech to a halt to let me pass, and i cannot remember, what life was like through photographs, and trying to recreate images life gives us from our past, and sometimes it's a sad song, but i cannot forget, refuse to regret, so glad i met, you and take my breath away, make everyday, worth all of the pain, that i have gone through, and, mama, i've been cryin', 'cause things ain't how they used to be, she said, "the battle's almost won, and we're only several miles from the sun.", moving on down my street, i see people i won't ever meet, think of her, take a breath, feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps, and sometimes it's a sad song, but i cannot forget, refuse to regret, so glad i met, you and take my breath away, make everyday, worth all of the pain, that i have gone through, and, mama, i've been cryin', 'cause things ain't how they used to be, she said, "the battle's almost won, and we're only several miles from the sun.", the rhythm of her conversation, the perfection of her creation, the sex she slipped into my coffee, the way she felt when she first saw me, hate to love and love to hate her, like a broken record player, back and forth and here and gone, and on and on and on and on, i cannot forget, refuse to regret, so glad i met, you and take my breath away, make everyday, worth all of the pain, that i have gone through, and, mama, i've been cryin', 'cause things ain't how they used to be, she said, "the battle's almost won, and we're only several miles--.", she said, "the battle's almost won, and we're only several miles from the sun."