Of Ends and Means.
The phoenix rises from its embers,
Though it was never gone.
It never lived, never died
It never did belong.
Yet, it was there from the dawn of time
Singing that immortal song
Of times that come, of times that go
Of times come and gone.

Of times that come, of times that go
Of times come and gone;
Of consequences good or bad
Of actions right or wrong
Of consequences good or bad;
Not actions right or wrong.