Turn toward the fire in to the night I see a young phoenix just taking flight br He spreads his wings while the embers fall to the ground like thick ash br As he flaps his wings, fire on his wings, the flame ignites the ground that surrounds him br Until he sees the dawns' first light he knows he has to make it to the sun before the next night br Or he will disappear alone and scared for his family controls the fiery sun br To give life to the sun once again so his life has begun at the break of dawn br He know he must press on..