Phoenix

Why's it never light on my lawn?

Why does it rain and never say "Good day" to the newborn?

On the big screen, they showed us the sun

But not as bright in life as the real one

It's never quite the same as the real one

I never learned why meteors were formed

I only farmed in schools that were so warn and torn

If anyone can cry, then so can I

I read books and draw life from the eye

All my life is drawings from the eye

Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men

The roots were formed by twisted roots

Your roots were twisted then

I was reborn before all life could die

The phoenix bird will leave this world to fly

If the phoenix bird can fly, then so can I