On that day, when I moved no more,
The sunset carried me through heavens door.
I never thought that heaven was real,
Now I knew what sunsets concealed

As the sun goes down, the sky comes alive
Bathed in light, everything thrives.
Animals are heading home, petals close, lights come on,
As the sun sets, all golden light, for owls and bats, the hunt is on.

Sunsets, I died so I could see once more,
That golden gate, heavens door.
Upon my tombstone all I wish,
A sunset served up on a dish.