Verse 1
Suffering has taught me to love
For in the depths of my sorrow
I saw the glory of truth in testament
In the pretty bird in the firmament
Flying in the sky, just like a phoenix
Chorus
No matter how many times one falls
You can rise from the ashes and be reborn
Spread your wings and take off to the
Illustrious skies and fly to the heavens
Verse 2
Come to me and see what love has done
For it set me free, testify to this unfailing reality
I beg of you, pain can pierce but love heals
Look through my eyes and see the index
Of my soul, only one can pacify a fire uncontrolled
Chorus
Verse 3
See the deluge can’t take the strength
Of the wick by the cinders for hope never dies
Until we reach our final destination, zero in
Words are sharper than violence and my wish
Is that I can speak to your heart with my faith
Chorus
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