Wrapped up from the cold of their own fears

Everyone looks to the sidewalk for answers

Scurrying home to rest upon pillows stained with tears

Bundled up and crouched on the floor

Innocently she watches them pass her by

And everyday she shivers and waits

For the day that she will fly

Beneath the dirty streaks on her face

And the scars and burns on her skin

She has the heart of an angel

And the power of God's love within

When the time is right, she will spread her wings

And above this city she will rise

For this precious creation, the Phoenix

Will no longer be in disguise

Reeces

"Forget Me Not"

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