Phoenix Fire

Emotions untold, unspoken, unheard
make form onto paper in pictures and words
I loose myself in a world of my own.
A magical place, with dreams that I've sewn
These dreams that I've sewn, all tattered and torn
Create my whole life, and why I was born.
And when I'm upset, or start to cry.
The more I draw, the harder I try.
The more I try, the more I learn.
My papers fall and start to burn.
Ash to ash Dust to dust
Reality is so un-just.
But like Phoenix and flame, I rise again.
A continous circle, that has no end.

By Wolfmother

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