hmmm...getting lost in the fire

being melted by the flames

rising from the ashes

the phoenix dies again

did you come here to watch me burn?

i'm not always flying

come all the way down and watch me burn

smoke clouds my perception

i'm not always hiding

burning in the ephifiany

a bright haze blazes across the sky

fading into disillusion

as my sight turns black along the crescent moon

stepping on the burning coals

their warmth is comforting

leading up a path to a smoky barge

I tread carefully, so as not to slip

through the smoky haze

I emerge glowing

I emerge