Standing in a land of sand I wish to be burned
I cry out for fire to touch me, engulf my soul
The wind touches me and gently kisses my skin
But the flames I desire are not there only the phantom touch of wind
I am blind in a land of wonder, deaf and in the company of song
When I wish to fly gravity slams me to the ground
Swim and a desert and all my sand castles are washed away
I am always too late to be on time, too slow to win the race
I wish to be burned, to have my soul on fire and aglow
But it is always night, fleeting with dispare
Darkness enwraps me and I can not see
And the wind touches me and gently kisses my skin
I see the fires on the horizon, the flames dance in the wind
I smell the smoke and give chase to the wind
But the wind laughs at me and gently kisses my skin
I grow weary and eventually stumble, falling to the ground
I wish to be burned, fire touching my soul
I wish to be lit up, aglow and alive
I wish to be burned, touched by fire and free
I wish to laugh at the wind and deny it from exstinguishing my dreams
I wish to burn and be burned.
