The time [bad word] to turn the tide
To break the bonds that years have tied
time of change - a time of gain
To clean the soul with healing rain

When all my pain to rest was laid
The tears had dried, the changes made
And peace I found in loneliness
As gentle, caring emptiness

Old rituals gone, the past denied
To grave be laid the tears I cried
And find the strength to feel and see
The fate that lies ahead of me

The time [bad word] to turn the tide
To break the bonds that years have tied
time of change - a time of gain
To clean the soul with healing rain

Betrayal, lie, dishonesty
Of those who had surrounded me
Filled the emptiness inside
And took my honour and my pride

And as my tongue spoke foreign words
And my hands did work, not mine
I stepped away from my own self
puppet made by their design

I felt I had to clean their traces [bad word] their words, erase their faces
Kill their presence deep in me
To open up my eyes to see