You can’t slay me o'er,
For I’m dead already –
Wounded by my past,
Stifled by my memory.
Like the bird injur'd,
Bleeding red in cramp,
I loaf here, in my bed,
Of prickles and tickles.
Who’s lost to see me hurt?
Who’s cloudy when I cry?
Who’s gray when I’m old?
Only my heart feels the pain.
“Be strong,” I tell my heart.
Start anew, rise up from dust,
The phoenix do, you can too,
Life’s calling, just be stronger!
