| The Phonix |
| The phonix rises high up into the air Not knowing where it's going Or when it will get there As the lovely bird spreads it wings You can see the most mystical thing It's wings look as if they end in flames Then as it disappears into the horizen You realize it was sent for you To ease your pain and suffering As you stare at the clouds Where the phonix had disappeared You know you must go on Without that which you lost. -Faith Andrews |
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