On the mounds of burning rubble, where the air is thick with smoke
Where I stand upon the scorching embers of charred floorboard oak
Where I flailed in searing torture, where I screamed, by torment caved
Where I died and resurrected, where I rose up on my grave
I stand tall upon these ashes, gazing at the dawning sky
Where the clouds still coil in smolder round the firebirds up high
Through my pain, I hadn’t realized, into wings, my tears had rolled
Into songs that hint at wisdom, my pained screams of death did mold
Into glowing mythic feathers, my dull skin released its hue
Into stirring lively soarings, my dim walking blazed anew
Into magic, into mystic, through the alchemy of fire
I transformed my mundane being, though I wished it weren’t so dire
Now I fly the way I couldn’t, Now I see past what I had
I’ve expanded through the ravine, through a journey anguish-clad
And I’ve risen to the heavens, where the sunshine weaves my home
Where in joy, in light, in laughter, I can freely rest and roam
When this illness turns to embers
I sat upon a lonesome boulder
