The Rise

Living again like a fenix,

with burning eyes,

Looking up as higher as it can 

Yelling across the sky.

Flying at the speed of light

I'm crossing from East to west,

From North to south

With no rest until my time comes.

Changing is in the nature,

of any living soul,

New things are coming,

And old ones must be gone.

A whole different world is awaking,

From the rest of evermore,

To be brave,

And not to be toture.

Expectations are scary,

but not anymore,

Since the fenix has spoken

with its own words.