6 June 2012

I'm flying above the silver etched clouds,

Feathers ablaze, tainted gold,

My heart is purer than the sun,

I am a creature to behold.

I rise up out of acrid ashes,

Born again once deceased,

I keep on fighting, never giving up,

Until the day that I'm released.

So to all of you who've given in,

Lonely, sad, and oppressed,

Listen to my fruitful words,

Don't get so depressed.

For I live on forever more,

Never shall I die,

So to all of you who've given in,

Don't say ' I can't ' just try.

000dabA Poem For Everyone Who's Given Up ( The Phoniex) • Opuss № I