• My iron will has faltered,
    As it never has before.

    My golden crown is rising,
    Falling to the floor.

    And I see it clear at last,
    As if a mist has lifted.

    I see the truth that's been there,
    And has never shifted.

    No matter how I seeked,
    Now I see it all before me.

    The truth that's been there,
    For all to see.

    I now see what people have always seen;
    The truth about me.