I DanceI dance my triumph on the green, green grass,Between the standing stones of those who passedHaving crossed fields of broken glass that cutMy battered, bleeding feet to the bone, butI arrived here, alive, vital, unbowed,I have paid the price, I will not be cowedI screamed in agony and wept in rageI picked the lock of my own private cageI refuse to be silent anymoreThe fault was yours, I lay it at your doorIn death you cheated me of my just duesBut by finding joy, I assure you looseI am stronger than those who knew no painTougher than souls who never knew this stainSo I find you here where you lie at lastAnd I danc