The phoenix sun is on the rise,
and you, for once, are not afraid,
so close your blessed eyes.
Snatch up that rare prize,
for the price has already been paid,
before the phoenix sun is on the rise.
You’ve grown weary of the ties
and the compromises you’ve made,
so close those blessed eyes.
Beyond any doubt so dear lies
a sweet sleep that will fade
under the phoenix sun on the rise.
When the rare voice of truth plies
your ear, let its serenade
close your blessed eyes.
And no matter how your mind sighs
with pain, please, never trade
away the phoenix sun that will rise
to close your blessed eyes.