The Phoenix
The Phoenix
The phoenix it flew
it arose from the ashes
of lives long past.
The flame burst out
crying truths
Calling out
“Gin melathon an-uir”
The gift of life
said crashed through death
As many had fallen
this single had prevailed
Calling out
“Gin melathon an-uir”
The grief of few
Impairs not this one
the fire of joy and love
Had not heed of terror
The phoenix calling out
“Gin melathon an-uir”
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