Spirits in the Sun

Morning light on an open road. Dust and dreams where the wild wind blows.

Every scar tells a story begun. I feel the fire, spirits in the

sun. Hear the rhythm in my veins like a distant sacred drum.

Every step I walk again, I'm never walking alone. Spirits in the

sun, calling my name. Burning like a slow, sweet flame.

When the night is said and done, I'll rise again with the spirits

in the sun. Shadows dance on the canyon wall. Oh, prayers echo,

I hear them call. Broken hearts learn how to run back to the