A phoenix rises from the ashes
Like our minds, even with numerous gashes
Only those that don't want to heal
Push their natural balms away with zeal
There are many sadnesses and greifs
That can only be battled with faithful beliefs
The underlying meaning though remains the same, pain
We are upset, hurting. Fighting hard against our bane
If we wish to live and remain good and sane
We must be pheonixes and rise from the ashes of pain
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