Phoenix

One day, the stories in my book, 
Came passing by, without a look, 
Camellias,
The promises have gone away.
 
Open your eyes, to a new world,
The marigolds will bloom and curl, 
Upon your eyes, 
My sadness fades away.
 
Your smile upon the golden light, 
The lonely moon shines on the sky, 
And I will hold your hands, 
Take you to my land.
 
The broken dreams still in my mind, 
Hoping the morning will be kind,
Hold me tight, 
One more time, the phoenix will rise.