One day when somebody
in three-lettered agency or one
with access to the book of secrets
decides to speak of their tyranny,

Let it be known what was 
done and how deliberately 
and methodically they preyed
upon her in earliest days.

But when story is told,
and it will be told in one way or
the other, let it also be made
plain — full purpose of reign of terror.

I overcame, reclaimed
the innocence so many took.
And I did not become what they tried,
again, to make of me. I could see

God walked with me through fire, 
through minefield maze, barbs of barbed wire.
And I am certain they can pull out
of dark magician's outdated hat

Some new "evidence," shame
to cast on me and many others.
Evil network reaches far and wide,
and of course no one would believe it.

Just as no one conceived
much less believed I would live, prevail,
break out of orchestrated story.
While you were toasting one another

In between mocking me
I brought love to dark shadow you cast
upon me and forgave my failings.
I loved those who spoke all manner of

Falsehood and forged weapons
against me. My heart learned to trust life,
even when everyone I knew turned
or simply stood and watched my pain.

I am one. I walk on
and into beauty that awaits me.
Kings, presidents, popes, and all peoples
of the Earth, I am sovereignty

And I set myself free.