Like the mythical bird, the phoenix,
I now have risen again,
Not as a shadow of my former self,
But a stronger, newborn man.
No longer is there a stranglehold,
From mistakes made in the past.
For all that was done wrong,
Is forever locked up in the past.
Now every day is a new one,
Every road is one uncharted
And nothing I will come accross,
Will make me feel dishearted.
For I have found my saviour,
And am indulged in blind faith.
My religion is called confidence
And it will guide me all the way.
| Auteur: The Crow | ||
| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 september 2006 | ||
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