She jumped
She flew
She fell

But she climbed
Her way back to the cliff
Because things like these
Are worth another try

Maybe 
you're worth
falling for
more than once

a-gale

Another Try

Burnt, exhausted, my wings dried up
Soaring too high, Icarus was once now dead.
Drowning with my corpse, I lost hope. 
My fiery eyes lit up once again.
I did not give up hope, I rose. 
As the Phoenix rises upon its ashes, it begins to soar greatly once again. 
It did not falter. 
It did not fall.
It soars up high once again, but did not fail.