Free falling (letting go part 2)

I'm one step closer, to the horison.
With the dawn of the morrow,
these rusty bridges will burn.
Down, down to the hell from whence they came.

And I, in my fierce pain-driven will,
shall rise up like the phoenix, with the sun.

All will see, I'm free falling, into the lap of my regal destiny.

You have not won, for you forget that even angels fall.

But demons rise again.