A bird of flame, a bird of fire,
One true model of which I aspire,
To live forever fearless and free,
A rebirth that holds the renewal key.
To die of pain in a ball of flames,
Isn’t so bad when it crumbles the shames.
Then a rebirth of which you emerge,
From a pile of ash is an energetic surge.
The first feeling of being reborn,
Spreading your wings at the brink of dawn,
A perfect life to forget and forgive,
To start again and begin to live.
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