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From the ashes

phoenix
From the Ashes
Kay Rice
11/18/2014

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
I spin faster and faster, yet I maintain this control
Watch how the heat of passion can turn so cold.

Once a bird whose song could never be heard over the wind,
She lost her fight, finally broken from trying too hard to bend.
Ashes replaced her feathers, broken teathered feet in that cage,
Now from the ashes a flame bursts out, rise a phoenix filled with rage.

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no more open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
Rising up above the smoke and destruction of what was my life,
Watch how the heat of revenge can swallow strife.

Once a quite and sullen sparrow barely holding on to her branch,
Crying silent tears that no one ever saw or bothered to catch.
She died there all alone, no song to sing, on that cold spring day,
The wind gave her freedom and quietly blew her ashes away.

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no more open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
I am not a victum of this world, I survived in a different form,
And from the ashes, a phoenix of fire, a warrior was born.

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