What was once a phoenix flying free,
Soaring through our lives
Given to warm you and me...
It's true, we needed it
The passion stirred us,
We lived on the affection;
We were blinded
So we couldn't glimpse any imperfection
Our phoenix shone so bright
And so we dreamed of hope
Even in darkest night...
Yes, we planted seeds of love
In forests where erected trees of sorrow;
Not once did I look above,
They gave hope to our hopeless tomorrow...
Yet now...
We can find ways to cope alone
Hopes we surfaced together that can be held on our own...
So...
Our bird is dying;
He coughs,
She splutters;
His fire is fading,
Her last cry is uttered.
