Out of the ashes was born my belief,
grown in the grave of the garden of grief.
Watered in winter of world-weary woe,
grace of the goddess had caused it to grow.
Grace of the goddess, who loved me for free,
soothed me, so sweetly, by the steely blue sea.
Wooed me and won me, renewed me, reformed,
slaughtered my sorrow, and faith in me formed.
Grace of the goddess caused beauty to bloom,
down in the brig of the dungeon’s grey gloom.
Lost like a lotus as boat braved the swell.
Thank God she found me, and saved me from hell!
Out of the darkness of dread and despair,
into the lighthouse of comfort and care.
Salvaged from straits and the world’s septic breath,
grace of the goddess divorced me from death.