The cycle has grown shorter, but have the lessons been learned?
The way forward is unclear not wanting to get burned

Angel-eyes opened wide to see the vicious cycle up and down
Grasping for a rip-cord to slow this spiral toward the ground

Will it be this time that it all crashes and burns?
Or be like the past, avoiding ground zero with a slight upward turn

Clouded eyes cannot see any soft place to land
No bed of feathers prepared over the harsh dessert sand

Hurt feelings are inevitable – it is the burden to be paid
Not living a precious life – a decision to be weighed

A cauldron of fire across the only path which lies ahead
Every moment of hesitation heightens the sensation of being dead

Like a phoenix rises from the ashes, the angel will eventually too
With the sun at her back and wings spread wide, aloft against a sky of deepest blue