LIKE A PHOENIX

She rose; like a moth to a flame a women reclaimed.

She rose; even higher than before to heights she dreamt off in awe.

She rose; beaten and torn can't allow it no more.

She rose; tried to hold her down tore off her crown.

She rose; lost and alone searching for home.

She rose; with every name and claim every battle in pain She rose.

They thought they’d broke her down, they thought she’d always frown,

He thought he stole her soul so never again would she be whole but instead,

She rose; she rose she rose she rose!

Like a Phoenix from the ashes, I rose.

Now I stand here to inspire to divide my fire, to push YOU higher to watch you transpire.

If you’ve fallen down I’ll pick up your crown,

straighten your frown and show you how;

How incredible you are and when they tear you up I hope my words and love will be enough. You can fall beautiful phoenix but I promise once again you will rise,

And when you do through life will you glide.

The gliding soaring Phoenix that they tried to hide.