Heat Poem by William McGehee

I don't play with fire.
I don't write in stone.
I don't mess with God's afairs, I leave that stuff alone.

The Good Lord lit a candle
Hoping I would learn
But I'm too dumb to know the truth, and, baby, I got burned.

Well I've seen a lot of sin
Been burning from within
And I don't know what to do.
You gone and snuffed the fire
That'd been burning with desire
On the day that I met you.




I don't worship power
I don't deal in gold
But I've done gone and lost myself way out here in the cold

Santan offered sweet bread
Hoping I would bite
But learning once's enough for me, yeah, baby, I won that fight.

Well I've seen a lot of grace
But I know it won't replace
All the crazy little things you do
But I'm sticking to my story:
I escaped from purgatory
On the day that I met you.