Rainy afternoon Walking in the sky, A bird and its glow Paints fiery July. Since that bizarre day - All summers in between - I've longed for that bird: It's fire and it's creed. Now I try to travel Into worlds that are just mine. Searching for that bird I feel the stranger in me dies. Days will keep on going And my fever I can't overcome. To chase the sky's squire To it's horizon confined. To paint a bird of fire, To live and to die