Phoenix Syndrome - Miradors

Faded glory reappears this morning with that special blend of fragrant herbs

restored

So I close my eyes and drift away

Slowly I rise from gathered ashes of my bones

Into the core, sacred and pure from now on and til the end of time

Do you not know?

Doesnt it show that Im born again?

Where you go I follow blindly and faithful

The paths you show me I won’t hesitate to take

No more weeping, the past is left behind

Nor shall I grief again, the master takes my hand