Everything has happened that is going to happen

There is nothing left to fear or deaden

There are no more traps and nets to fall into and be caught

For freedom has already been purchased – bought

By the man on the tree to set her free

In the very deepest core of me

I walk in the vain world with certain steps

Guided by a Spirit that in me ever works

To conform my psyche into the woman he intends me to be

Not a shadow or a spectre of what in me you see

You were once true love but it fell out of reality

Made clear by the clearest of minds a sure certainty

That I am not a slave, but the Thin White Queen

Who ever walks so that she can be seen

Dogged determination to live and breathe

The pain and perpetual suffering to relieve

From a mind stable in the Lord her God

Comforted by the staff and rod…