The shallowness of an empty tank
Cloaked by darkness and smokey fog
Enveloped by loud silence around the chamber
Gazing at nowhere painlessly bleeding

But history has already gone by
The dark days are now draped by bright lights
Music is now filling the four corners of the room
No more wounds but only scars as its proof

The sun is high in the middle of the day
The stars shine bright in the evening sky
Blank stare from the past is now replaced
Converted to a dream of a lustrous future ahead

From ashes the phoenix is born
From defeat a winner is hone
Glorious rebirth from the previous state
Full of promise to the bed of roses


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