The Phoenix

The phoenix is dying
The flames that revive her are dead
And the freedom of flying
Is pushing us too far ahead
But it's no use in crying
The tears have long since been shed
And the sunsets behind us
Can only remind us
Of sentences yet to be read

We must always remember
The faces that line our rooms
Are the last dying embers
Of people we left in their tombs
But we couldn't condemn their
Pathetic attempts to consume us
So we just had to leave them
As the ground underneath them
Grinned widely predicting their dooms

The time is arriving
When lovers will call out your name
And the con-men are striving
To infiltrate into your game
And they know you're surviving
And they know you're remaining the same
As we look to each other
Like sister to brother
And our happiness bursts into flame

Now the beckoning finger
That calls you and I to our fate
Is still screaming don't linger
Your questions may prove too late
And the one lonesome singer
Whose years have been sadness and hate
Has gone with her lover
To find things above her
And resume life at some later date
Has gone with her lover
To find things above her
And resume life at some later date