Ash Wednesday holds so much
A time for reflection
A time to look inside for us

The palms we waved
Near a year passed
Burnt now to give us our ash

The priest he sermonises
Over how our life like the palms brittle
How the need of our soul rises

I should be reflecting
How I can become more holy
All I can do is start daydreaming

I ponder the ash in their little glass bowls
It reminds me of me
How burnt has become my soul

But from the ashes I shall rise again
Become stronger and smarter
Like the flaming phoenix
Fly into the wind

I line up dutifully
Now to accept my cross
My soul sings, not all is lost

My children are happy, I am happy too
I have risen from my ashes
I have become brand new

My final stage of transformation
Is coming nigh
Sixty more days of being a Mrs
Then to the sky I shall fly

I wonder furiously
As the cross of ash is placed upon my head
Will I be flying alone
Or will my lover be holding my hand

Time will tell
That's all I can say
Patience is the Devils curse
Patience makes me insane