Home Of The Sun

Home Of The Sun

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Home of the Sun 
Barren and stark these Andes 
Sun beats down 
Dirt dry sand
Dirt dry sand 
Yet people eek out a life

These deep farmed Hills 
Plowed by hand
The sun beats down
Sun beats down 
Yet people eek out a life 

Here in these hills
These barren mountains 
Lies Ingapirca 
Home of the sun 

Here meet the Mad preacher
Preacher of the sun 
His words they burn 
His words they burn
He makes the sacrifice 

The words 
Draw you toward the sun
Like moths into a flame 
Leaving nothing behind
Leaving nothing behind
But ashes 

Here in these hills 
These barren mountains 
Lies Ingapirca 
Home of the sun 

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Written many moons ago at the Inca ruins in Ingapirca, Ecuador.

David Penn Arndt 2022

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