Phoenix

I am a bird flying

Soaring through the air

But the world

Comes crashing down

The world

The perfect one

Burns

To ash

So do I the crowd enveloping

Me taking me with them

Or should I say

Leaving me behind

The memories of me to

Burn in ash

But I am a phoenix

Burned to ash

But will rise born anew

There is nothing that can stop

The bird of fire

Because I will always

Be reborn anew

Rising from the ash

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