Oh, how I wish it would rain
Cool water down upon me
I wish it would run down the drain
Because blue sky is all I can see
It's not difficult to explain
Exactly why this should be
'Cos this hot sun is burning my brain
And shaking me right out my tree
I know that I'm wishing in vain
And, quite frankly, it's jealousy
But it's driving me quite insane
And reducing my life's quality
I wish that I was on a plane
If I was then I could guarantee
That this prison would not be the bane
Of my life and of my family
The hot sun is causing me pain
And increasing my insecurity
'Cos I'm finding it hard to contain
The desperate need to be free
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