From the Ashes

I dust off the ashes off my phoenix wings,
Breathe out, lungs feel good and my larynx is strongest,
Stretch as my eyes gaze at the heveans,
I imagine soaring, waiting for that familiar feeling to return,
The glide in the air, the freedom of flight,
The feeling of light taking over the darkness of night,
Why play small if big was all I was ever meant for,
Why fear the sky because of one fall,
Thats my pride speaking so you know I struggle,
The same pride that makes me rise above my foes,
Is the same pride that is the cause of my fall,
But it blinds me so I am ignorant of my failure and
falls,
You see my pride wins so I still spread wings,
The baptism of the fire in my heart erases all my sins,
My ashes become clay in my maker's hands again,
So he moulds me new and reveals his plans again,
Shows me the sky and bids me to make my claim,
Tells me to fly high till they remember my name