I am the gentle phoenix who seeks rebirth
I watch the flames lick over the rooftops of my sisters
and my brothers, those not crafted from fire and fuel
Red and black.
I watch the flames lick over the rooftops of my sisters
and my brothers, those not crafted from fire and fuel
Red and black.
Unintended to face the heat of its breath,
It's indiscriminate wrath
I choke on the smell of flesh, and bones
The beams on which I roosted crash against the ground
My bed, carefully crafted by dextrous hands
Glows, crumbles to dust
Unintended to face the heat of its breath,
It's indiscriminate wrath
I choke on the smell of flesh, and bones
The beams on which I roosted crash against the ground
My bed, carefully crafted by dextrous hands
Glows, crumbles to dust
I cannot shed a tear like my keepers in final moments past
I cannot scream in their tongue
Understand their final words
But I am used to the ash of my birth, the embers of my nest
My feathers shine brightly, fed by the flames
I burn with this house and this house burns with me
I am the sinful phoenix who seeks to forget
God, in the ashes that surround me
Have mercy to grant me the ignorance of youth?