Broken hearts meeting over wires,
Passions doused by internal fires,
Honesty and trust build from scratch,
The door is not yet open but hanging on a latch.
From the fires a phoenix has just been born,
New hope arises from what has once been so torn,
What’s the point in beginning something just before the end?
Friendship based on strong foundations, or is it just pretend?
Take my hand and together we shall fly into the night,