Waking up I here the sound of my heart pounding, pounding

My body floating energy surrounding, surrounding

Looking inside my darkest fears, fears

The blood running threw my veins the memories revered.

I see a glimps of who I was, who I am this persecution is not new

They tortured me needlessly I suffered such abuse, yes abuse

A child I was the gift was mine, so as they killed needlessly I stood there in that line.

I awake I see who I have become I fear not this darkness that man does bring, I have been in the Mothers womb before

I fear not what man can bring.

There hatred did not stop me even in my death see I have risen once again A Woman, A Daughter,A Mother,and A Friend

A Witch by nature until my sweet or bitter end..

                                            Sundae