On Scarlet Wings^
In the twilight of life's last tired breath
whereupon our soul prepares for the flight
it's fire and wings that fly us home,yes
a Phoenix rises renewed toward new light
On Scarlet Wings,our spirit soars on high
leaving ashes of mortal death behind
giving up the ghost, when life's course runs dry
'Alas, beauty of peace our soul doth find
No more to suffer Earth's prolonged decree
of life's daily struggles from dawn to dusk
grinding the distance to the ninth degree
a constant state of flux,as live we must
It's a fire and wings that fly us home
On Scarlet Wings,once life's seeds have been sown