Rise dear phoenix from the ashes,
spread your wings and fly.
Wouldn’t they just love it
if you simply lay and die.
Little one, I’ll dry your tears
and bruises they shall heal.
For though they see the scars they make
they know not what we feel.
Be the light among the dark
and guide the lost ones home,
to show we fight for what is right
and our hearts are ours to own.
So stand upon the rubble proud,
for you are still alive.
It is not about the wounds we bear
but that we do still strive.