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My Son The Phoenix

How many lifetimes to be reborn?
Every face filled with scorn.

Yet the damage put forth by your foe
fails to mar your beautiful soul.

One teardropp can heal our pain.
One more rebirth is another gain.

Your inner fire does build and strengthen,
until you burst free of your pain; and then

Be who you were destined to be.
See the life you were meant to see.
Before the Phoenix. When you were free.

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