Phoenix syndrome

Faded glory reappears this morning with that special blend of fragrant herbs restored
So I close my eyes and drift away
Slowly I rise from gathered ashes of my bones

Into the core, sacred and pure from now on and 'til the end of time
Do you not know? Doesn't it show that I'm born again?

Where you go I follow blindly and faithful
The paths you show me I won't hesitate to take
No more weeping, the past is left behind
Nor shall I grief again, the master takes my hand