Playing With Fire

It all started when I was 5. My dad was driving and my mom was... well my mom was dead. I was mumbling the words to ' Hey There Delilah ' as my father stopped at a gas station to grab some snacks and freshen up. As he got out of the car he looked so serious as he told me the words that still haunt my memory. The words that were so eerie that they rattled my 5 year old bones down to the core. He told me " Delilah, I love you with all my heart and you need to know your mother is not dead. You have a gift... a power, that some people will want to take away from you. Be strong baby girl... And spread your wings then fly. It's been 13 years... 13 years with no parents but a flock. A flock of Phoenixes. Daddy, I found my power better yet, I found my destiny. Maybe even my true love.