Life seems so easy through the eyes of a child
For joy seems so great and pain seems so mild
But when the years unfold the world seems so wild
This is when you know what it means to cry
There is a hole in my heart that must be filled
Life's left crumpled ruins that I must rebuild
And a black dog that must be killed
I owe it only to myself to try
I truly believe that I can make it through
A phoenix rising from the ashes anew
I'm ready and willing to make my debut
This majestic bird is ready to fly
Over the dark clouds to the promised land
When there upon my own feet I will stand
And gaze on the landscape a view oh so grand
If you can make it there, then so can I
'The Phoenix' Copyright © 2009 Matthew Densley
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