The Empty is No More

Blind, empty? What is it that she needs? Resurrection. Rebirth. The dawn of a new day, The embrace of a new... Of a new practice. Practice makes perfect, Or so they say. Weakness turns to ashes. The phoenix reborn, Its tears healing the bind -- The cure for the blind, The empty. So, whats next for the new? A new life? A new chapter? The next stage, Center stage, For the newly filled -- The empty is no more. The move.....it's on. It's real. It's passion. It's the reason....for being. And the empty is no more. And the sun sets -- Only this time with a smile.