We are a Phoenix ready to fly,

But not ready to die, life to some is just some big joke that they walk on the line every day for fun,

It hard to choose what to do, The good and the bad will flood your mind, Death because of a great fall,

Or a life with the wind ,and the sky as your home

Take the chance but don't joke about or it might be your last laugh

So when you fly do your best and you will soar

Don't and death will be soul you will see before you close your eyes that will never open again

But some are reborn into a baby where are ashes lay

Only to the few who are not ready to die

But the cost is your age and

To start from the bottom

To wait to choose

To fly again

Or die