Before it, I was flag-less.

So I sat on the stones

And saw in the ashes

A bird that was rising

Which looked like a phoenix.

His spark that’s within you

Ignited your genius.

The empire was falling—

“Your purpose is calling.”

That year it all changed

Afforded your stalling.

As long as you stay,

The trappings are here.

The boy still unnamed.

The miracle year.