My soul is all wind swept, defeated,
My heart has turned into ash,
My eyes are all dry and sightless,
My ego has deflated and crashed.
What do I tell my dear daughter,
The world is different today,
Will she understand what is coming,
I hope she is happy, I pray.
Sometimes the worst is necessary,
For all parties to be happy in life,
It is a pain that cannot be described,
A twisting thrust with a rusty knife.
To face the bottomless pits,
You must learn to adapt to survive,
Like a Phoenix takes flight from the ashes,
Burning strong and so much alive.