She's been living under the veil for so long,
She's forgotten what it was like to be free of it.
And now she remembers, and feels it lifting,
But not a word to anyone, not yet,
Not until the light shines full on her face,
And the words flow freely and her spirit soars.

Read the writings of your beginning,
And of the time that you can mark,
In which the decent first began,
And you will see that you were not as lost
As you remember.

Nor are you now.