Done dance

Like a phoenix on the rise,

The ashes mixed with colored wax,

I climb and stretch my new wings,

To dance and be done with the mighty sleep,

Tis crazy and laughable to languish in sin,

But to stand and create is strange to me

As I've slept and lounged in death's awful kiss,

So my bones and wings are broken still,

Done dance is not the trick,

But in the wind and sky I see hope anew,

To rebuild and reframe is what I need.