A rope around my neck

strong ropes and chains held me,

hatred without common sense too,

all for their " Pure Society "

My accusers are so young

hatred is bound up in their soul,

they claim to be innocents

wells without water that I know

Some have already died too soon

my voice is mocked as well,

I was a member of the Church,

now condemned as a " Daughter of Hell "

Tight is the rope that burns

tears falling, my soul  to God above,

I see lies on such young faces,

I worship only Him, with Love

Others are waiting to be Judged

to be Hanged until they are dead,

its so easy to point out Evil in others,

how do these accusers sleep in bed?

History one day will see the truth

God Himself will have the final say,

tho many will die for lies,

I was never a Witch, I will always say

Earth fades, Lights of a city

solitary Man comes to me,

pierced hands and feet, such Love,

" My Daughter, your Home, for Eternity"

The past is over, no more Salem

Joy is mine, forevermore,

some made it here, others did not,

my feet rest on this Heavenly Shore