This is the tale of a girl who is blind,
  she sees her life through a tormented mind.
This is why I have come to tell you,
  that no matter what, this Phoenix, shines true.

A quick blade to the wrist,
  thinned by demons but sun-kissed.
A blade pressed close to the thigh,
  nobody dares to to turn and ask her why.

She is beautiful and shines,
  as she recites her learnt lines.
She doesn't realise her allure,
  all she sees is the body she helped disfigure.

A boy calls her name,
  she runs, they are all the same.
She has been hit far too often,
  to hand them the gun again.

She is clouded by her past and present,
  to even consider how the future could be pleasant.
Too heavily chained and tied,
  Too many pieces, broken inside.

She just has to learn to remember,
  She is a only tiny flame, an ember.
It takes time to burn brighter,
  and to find the angel to light her.

It takes time to rise high from the ashes,
  and to overcome some down-to-earth crashes.
She will crumble, and cry, and fall
  But she will rise again, be there no doubt at all.

She is a phoenix, a bird, a creature.
  Of only one thing can we really be sure,
do not try to take her powers,
  for she would die, and the guilt, be ours.

So to end this tale, I tell to thee,
  remember,remember, please, that she,
She is a child of head and a warrior of heart,
  she made slave of the fire that couldn't tear her apart.

Stand by her and you will see,
  the truth in these words spoken by me.
She will learn to chase her dreams.
  and that the world is not always, as bad as it seems...