Phenix
Hallow at my core
I have nothing left to give
But you won’t win this war
I will come back and live
And soar into the clouds
Like an owl in the night
My fire will burn and come
And it will burn ever bright
It will cleanse my soul
And I will start a new
It will patch my holes
Believe it’s definitely due
And It is almost here
I hear it coming soon
So long to my past fear
My time begins to loom
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