what comes out of the shadows but a small idea that can't be contained
when all is said and done there is nothing but dust and debris
a small pile of rubble shifts as a phoenix of rebirth rises
shot down time and time again
by poachers who want the ashes of the phoenix
as the man picked up his wilted daughter from the ground he cried
the phoenix was no longer
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
what comes out of the shadows but a small idea that can't be contained
when all is said and done there is nothing but dust and debris
a small pile of rubble shifts as a phoenix of rebirth rises
shot down time and time again
by poachers who want the ashes of the phoenix
as the man picked up his wilted daughter from the ground he cried
the phoenix was no longer
hold close to those around you
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