She spreads her wings and soars into the sky,
One last time she wants to fly.
Flies to the sun with a burning desire,
Before she has to return to the pyre.
The fire within burns through the armour,
She burns but the fire seems to calm her.
In the end her ashes remain,
And from the ashes she rises again.
She resurrects from the flames,
Stronger than before and not the same.
Once again she spreads her wings,
And flight of the Phoenix begins.