Pheonix


Hawk flying high above the world
Burning passions bright
Wind ruffling righteous feathers
Grey and black The thunderstorm of life
The storm is life
And the fire is the spirit
Hawk spirit looking down on a world blue
See the good in me
It seems you command the sky
The world blends and it matters not
Cry out your smile
Greet the others
Don't let them hurt you
Find what you seek through the briars
Pull yourself out of the ash
Pheonix bird eternal
You are me.

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