The phoenix



"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with

wings made of gold it

gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was

ready to start a new

circle, hoping it would never come to an

end.

"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice

melted - slowly..."



SPRING



Where is my world,

The beggining of my life bound,

Surrounded by light,

Wandering aimlessly around.

Hearing voices calling my name

While i hover, world`s dark stain.



Where is my summertime?

I`m longing for its warmth,

Far too long i shivered

In winter`s icy force

Clouds are above me

Mid air caresses my lungs

I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun.



Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it,

Pointed stings - running between i stick

Brooks are roading, the water blood red

Please let me drink, but i can`t, i`m dead.



Souls are screaming, mothers and sons

Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching

a dream...



[Repeat 1. 2. verse]