The yellow from the sun
Had its own working ways
Burning skin, heating mind
Slapping hard to make sense
Of my incoming demise, so I rose
Full with my own words
A letter the preacher never had
That I had found,
Down in my pockets
With a pen, I brought to life
All I was to be
Red eyes, travel bound
While standing here
I had moved a thousand miles more
More than the planes could carry
Pass me the red eye
So I may see more clearly
Brighter than day
Thicker than the depths of night
Balanced to stand on plain sky
Elevating to meet the people of the sun
So please, pass me the red eyes of light.