Phoenix

Updated: Jun 24, 2020

My skills are asleep

The magic is hidden

I’m buried so deep

Heavy’s my burden

Something went wrong

And I felt the fall

Still standing strong

Awaiting Your call

Vast losses came

I wept so much

It’s not the same

Without Your touch

No music plays

Within my halls

Hours and days

I live with remorse

When all hope dies

The heart gets cold

A phoenix will rise

In flames of gold

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