The Phoenix

Love was when we smiled together,

Our laughs carried the fresh bloom of spring

I loved spending the nights with you

To me, it meant everything.

Now Love has changed its meaning; you can see it in the dark blue hues on my chin

Burned cigarette marks, cuts from glass chards,

To me, it meant everything

My spirits are broken, I feel no pain

Just scars of love, that you left on my skin

I want to fly again, but my wings are clipped,

You can’t keep me down any longer, now I hold the whip

I will fly again; these scars will be my honor

I will be an example of what comes with a thunder.