For the few who live life awry,
We must be patient and wait for the land to dry,
Those bitter and impetuous tears we have shed,
When surely our spirit was ephemeral and dead,
We set aside our iniquities, and begin to cherish our integrity,
Revelation by the fire, Like the Phoenix we rise,
From the ashes on the precipice of defeat,
Let all hear our song of fortitude,
for not all is lost and destitute.

This poem was written/submitted by Bobby Latta.