Rebirth
It comes again, it comes again
A candle fading in the wind
But I know I will rise and when
The evening’s here, I’m flying
I spread my wings, I’m listening
To rambles, other senseless things
The gusts I know are bustling
My soul is weightless, hovering
Pulse unclear, I’m unaware
Direction has no purpose here
Life beating in my ears
Catch me now, old fright
Firework, ignite my heart
Blown to pieces, end to start
Toward the ground, a flaming dart
The Phoenix, born again
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