All I want is just to rise from the ashes like a phoenix,
And get my life back to basics.
The answer to being happy is a clouded crystal,
Just like the metal of a pistol.
I wish that my life could have some rapture,
But it seems that happiness, I just can’t capture.
I know this has absolutely no cadence,
And it probably won’t make any sense,
But all Lionheart wanted from the poem on Booksie,
Was for me to put in a random word like cookie.
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