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 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 the figure you will see before

you close your eyes that will never open to the world,

But some are reborn into a new where are ashes lay,

Only to the few who are not ready to die,

But the cost is your time and

To start from the bottom,

To wait to choose,

To fly again,

Or to die