O shadowed heart that long did weep
Arise from depths of mournful night
Where once despair did vigil keep
A spark ignites with guiding light
My pen a sword in trembling hand
Carves truth from sorrow born anew-
The canvas calls the stage doth stand
I'll forge a path for hope to view
Doth thou not see the phoenix flame
That rouses forth in healing name?
Through creation's fire I am freed-
Art's calling fuels this ardent seed
No longer bound by anguished cries
I rise through craft where beauty lies
Where gloom once festered in my mind
A grand design now claims its space
The brushstroke swift the rhythms kind
In artistry I find my grace
Each note each word a gentle beam-
They guide me toward the dawn I seek
And once adrift in hopeless dream
I stand awake no longer weak
O hush thou dark I rise in might
Penning songs to conquer fear
In colors bold my soul takes flight
Where once I drowned in silent tear
Doth thou not see the phoenix flame
That rouses forth in healing name?
Through creation's fire I am freed-
Art's calling fuels this ardent seed
No longer bound by anguished cries
I rise through craft where beauty lies
Now witness how these scars transform-
A masterpiece from pain reborn
The brush the word the note shall be
My beacon for eternity
From sorrow's pit I claim this gift-
My soul made whole no longer adrift
