Phoenix Rising

Sometimes I remember good times Others, just the bad, Yet in all of these, I shoot the stars For the experiences I have had. The broken heart with gushing tears The first-born's soft finger touch, Of course, the empty nest syndrome, How I have run and raced through much! But Oh! the sinking of the dying ship In the gloom when left alone, Gave rise to the fire deep inside And i sing again, with different tone. Yes! I go on, with stronger light Where grit stands firm in its glow, For everything now makes perfect sense I sing again, this, the girl i know.