When half of you has been washed away
Yet it´s growing back faster than algae
See your stage smirk get heavier this night
Yet your forehead lightens
Play those cords like your neck veins and laughter
play that new notion of spirit like fresh pasta
When you were almost put down by your inner storms
and over restrictive acidic norms
Faith in those blessed guitar fingers
and cutting out those day long benders and binges
Depp glances on you an ounce of envy
Phoenix hovers over your notes gently
You forced open the door to high up
breaching the clouds and torrential dogma
Inviting our hearts to sample this new spice
so that our blood and spirit would venture toward the light
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