The Fire Bird
I am the fire bird, blinding and proud
Having to stumble before I could fly
Instead, I shall brush myself off and rise
No longer shall I be amidst the crowd
Into the ashes I cast off my shroud
Only to take flight high into the sky
The fire consumed and left me to die
Reborn, I rose and took flight without doubt
Through the fire, I light the path ahead
Mistakes turned to lessons, I share the past
Ashes to rebirth, you thought I was dead
Buring up in my own light at long last
To rise up stronger and transcend the dread
Leaving all of those nay-sayers aghast
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