Rise From The Ashes

Rising like a phoenix,
Shining in the darkness,
From ashes of death,
Gloom and despair.

And they drag us down,
Hold us back,
Keep us in fear,
But you set us free.

We rise like a phoenix,
Made of love and hope,
From ashes of pain,
Grief and longing.

They have dragged us down,
Held us back,
Kept us in fear,
But you have set us free. 

The End

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