When the wind gets tired my body aches
I feel with so much compassion i feel nothing
i am tired
i feel to the wind
and the wind blows me null
i want to create but the wind blows me tired
i die in the wind
i die in the cross fire
i feel so much that i dull myself
walking tired i try to run
those old dusty friends
the wind blows me in

the wind blows ******* the steep dusty stairs
the deep dusty stairs make me tired with old blown dust
the old blow dust lingers in the stairwells
the stairwells haunt me
the new stairs excite me
let me go up the new stairs
say goodbye to the old ones

i feel. i feel so hard
i feel so hard i feel nothing anymore
i die in my footsteps
but i live in the new ones
let me pretend
let me pretend

i feel i am an old soul
but i know i am a new one
i die in my old footsteps
i arise in my new ones

arise from the ashes of the old phoenix
you are a dignified soul
when i become the new phoenix
start with a new garden

grow yourself out from the ashes
become a new you
you my friend are a worthwhlie soul