Now watch the phoenix fade...

  Weary, weathered, and wistful

     Its plumage tattered and its flame

        All but exhausted and extinguished

                 

But know that it will rise again

  It always does

     The darkest hours always lead

        To the brightest resurrections

       Ascension

A heart can only be broken   

  So many times before it builds                 

     Immunity

And this heart has now been forged                      In fire and burns as brightly                                  As the sun

And I'm already taking flight...