set fire to the morning sun

 from ash the phoenix is born
he spreads his wings and is set ablaze
to fly high in the sky to set fire to
the morning sun
it is the warmth of his spirit that 
left me from my bed each day
calling to me to rise and start the day
he whispers sweet words into my ear 
to grow stronger and to burn brighter 
so that one day to my spirit will
be reborn from my ashes as a phoenix
to fly alongside him to set firer to
the morning sun and whisper sweet words
into our love one ears 
to grow stronger and to burn brighter 
so that someday to they can join as in our
flight to set fire to the 
morning sun

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