Many years ago my two parents met,
They got along, sang out loud, and soon it was set.
The following day, my father disappeared.
It didn’t matter where he went, for he was not here.
When the day came to hatch, my mother was afraid,
My feathers shared the same red that my father’s displayed.
My mother was a hawk, but my father was unknown,
All we knew about him was the way his feathers shown.
Time came to pass, and we still did not know,
Was I a fire bird or a hawk with red to show?
The world may never know, my father is gone.
When I sing, I don’t know if I sing the right song.
Life goes on, but time will never tell,
Am I a red hawk or a fire bird from hell?
If I fall, do I break, or do rise from the ash?
Along comes the day, when I’m tired and I crash.
I don’t know what to say, what to do, or how to act.
I know that I’m on fire, but I don’t know what to expect.
Do not come close, don’t touch the flame, that isn’t very clever.
Do I burn to ash or do I come back to life stronger than ever?