I fought and fought to gain control, The vital would not yield I called upon my eternal soul To enter the human field
And help me chase the darkness out That light might enter me To clear from me all taint of doubt That I might be free,
To offer all myself and more, To live in harmony With the Lord whom I adore, But it was not to be
Until I called on Her to come, The Mother of us all, Who brings us to our rightful home In answer to our call.
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