Awoken...
But eyelids are heavy...
The body unwilling
The soul trudging.

Just as soon as the phoenix rises from the ashes,
More ash is poured onto him.
Bring him back into the darkness's comfort.
Yet back to the same way, the cycle that has
been from since he first took the forbidden path.

Others pull the legs of those,
who struggle to get up, to want to be free too,
but unknowingly causing all to be trapped in darkness.

Not by our own endeavours,
can we ever get past our cyclic paths,
but by the grace of one who has always been
above, to pull us up...