The Phoenix

THE PHOENIX

I'm spirit incarnate
I'm in all living things
I'm a bird called the phoenix
And when I spread out my wings

I die, then I live
With the passing of pain
Then in the ashes of death
I am reborn again

Time means nothing to me
Past or present's the same
And the future depends
On how one plays in life's game

If one's good, if one's bad
If one's evil, or worse
Each soul will be judged
And be blessed or be cursed

On one's own head be it
I just enclose my wings
Around the dead to revive them
On whatever future it brings

The outcome's decided
Upon what's done, in the span
That each soul is allotted
Be they woman or man

I have to truth for to tell
And I don't speak any lies
I have no master or servant
And I don't need any spies

I don't leave any message
And I don't leave any clue
I leave all the questions of life
To be answered by you

If I'm pushed to state something
Then all I'll say is "Amen"
Until the time I'm required
To return once again

Until the search is completed
For the questing of truth
The final answer then given
Along with ultimate proof

When life has ceased to exist
In the thoughts of mankind
And is replaced on a sphere
That he has strived for to find

Complete peace will then reign
And never more will he roam
For man will then surely know
He's returned at last back to home