Phoenix

Her childhood seems just a year away
As she reaches her fall to dawn
There is no strength in what's left behind
Her shattered tears of life are gone.

A poet, a teacher, a pensive soul
Loneliness opens up her doors
She weeps away the life she's known
Her song is sad, but her notes do soar.

Through the sorrow of her life
And the long and haunting cries
In the sadness of her eyes
The phoenix rise.
The Phoenix rise.

A friend of pleasure, a student of desire
Worship her art and her mysteries
Behold the beauty of her eyes
When she tells her golden history

The pilgrims come to kneel beneath her heart
To hear her song and the echoes of her life
Her notes of pain she makes so sweet
She bows her head and she takes her knife

Through the sorrow of her life
And the long and haunting cries
In the sadness of her eyes
The phoenix rise
The Phoenix rise.