Sitting down to eat this dark porridge with doubt.
A bitterness tasted before the apprehension of its nastiness is tasted.
When roses become sour once a handful is fed
It's beyond the doubter, and the faithful, for that matter
Once all the chatter becomes one voice
sounds just like one of your own black days he said,
being out shined by the moment of pain.
When the dirt beneath your feet becomes your only ally.
Truly dying was the best thing that ever happened to me
and day by day changing from ashes to phoenix
The new blackened bird has been christened by the scare crow.
A free bird has risen with colors of wisdom for the greater good of the all.
