I look out
Across the desert sky
I touch on
A winters sunbeam
My tears
fall from my eyes
All my pain written
Stored on these papers
your words all lies
I crumple them up
I throw them into the fire
I watch painful memories
quickly burn
Smoke drifts in
Circling
Around the fires glow
I lift
My burnt offerings
Into Arizona skies
I am the Phoenician
from these ashes
I will rise
I will rise
No more history
I need to revise
I rise
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