Rise up deep orange flames, above the dust laden skies,
Take my dreams to the Sun God, who sees me not.
I left here long ago; my mother’s sobs…my father’s lies,
The wind carried me to the edge, yet kept me from falling, for what?
Autumn is descending down this road back home,
The same saffron hue that followed me to the war.
Deserts of battle burnt my brothers’ hearts, soldiers to the bone,
I was gone a boy, I return with something to live for.
Tell my grieving mother I couldn’t apologize enough for what I’d done,
She’d told me if I ever had to go, I didn’t have to let her know.
Oh faraway Sunset! Let your dying rays embrace me, let me unbecome,
Give me strength to let love in and end this chaotic row.
Rise up deep orange flames, high above the dust laden skies,
Take my dreams to the Sun God, who may choose to see me now.