December 30, 2011

The doors of hope are open once more,
Sunshine obliterating the darkness again.
The wounds of the past have not been lost
But became a forgotten tune I once sang.

Like the phoenix from the proverbial ashes
I know this time I will not rise to fall again.
I know the deeds of the past will be paid,
And the evil eye will surely boomerang.

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