The Phoenix who survived.

Just when you're tired of the lies,
Sick of wiping tears from your eyes;
When nothing is looking like it should seem,
And your inner self's screaming, 'life is so mean!'

Here's a small narration through my words,
Going all the way back to mythical birds,
Remember the tale of phoenix, how only one lived at a time?
Just before the time ran out , it set itself on fire.

The spectators, they process it as the end.
Soon the ashes combined and they realise it's only a pretend,
Rise my friend, from the ashes of your past,
Like the mighty phoenix, leave everyone aghast.