Lucille van OnselenZunckel (28 November 1056 / Boksburg)

Tried to make her stumble
Tried to make her crumble
Tried so hard to break her
And see her humbled

This time your luck has run out
She's ready to rumble
And make you take
A tumble

Tried so hard to play your tricks
Such a pity you didn't know
Much about the Phoenix
And how much she is able to fix
No matter how hard you tried
To destroy her again & again
She rose.

A rare bird indeed
So unique, a miracle in fact
She managed to escape from your trap
Rising slowly from the ashes
Spreading her wings
A glorious sight
To behold

Thought she would forever be at your mercy
Eventually; she is set free, soaring
Way up high, headed for the
Freedom of the sky.