Phoenix
by C.J. White
( Short Version, ; Written to someone who came from far far away, to where she is now. )
Along the walls of darkness, through the fields of pain,
where the sky lights up with fire; rain of hate and acid,
Where the air, fills up with hope , and love,
Stands it alone, in lifes sorrow , and Depression.
Far into the Fields of our Dreams , where time stands still,
into the sweetness of Life and reality , there she was.
A rose of its fullest, surrounded by darkness, bright as her flames
;she shines, braking the shadows. Full of hope , and love, she stands.
It was the disbelief , despite being alone knowing, about something she,
forgot, and did not know to see. Until, the wings opened , and the world shattered in flames.
From the ashes she rose... To one of the most importaint things, Hope & trust...and love.