her bravery made me feel my fire burn
the heat rising with out making a sound
she was my teacher I stood tight to learn
she was a jealous rage, anger profound
in the heat i delivered a message
a symbol of sorrow that life s hollow
therapy is an options held savage
"Bring the old coute down early tomorrow"
she stood in front of me lit with passion
vested and invested in the future
loured'er into my house the mansion
was wicked the tactic took to sooth her
she followed me home that night in the cold
we're forgiving ourselves for being sold.