If I am remembered, let it be with grace.

I've tumbled through the tumult,

landed among the rubble

of all that I tore down in my reign.

Cast aside the gilded cage;

these wings that have never learned to fly

spiral in a free fall—

I don't know which way is up.

Chaos clambers round and round

as I near the ground.

I'm praying for my legacy;

History have mercy—

grant forgiveness I do not deserve—

for all the wrong I've done

I never lost my heart.

I festered in my guilt, and grieved with every lie;

Monster I became, but still with stars in my eyes.

And everything I did,

It was for a dream—

my cruelty did have purpose,

no matter what it seemed.

As my story comes to an end

please do not forget,

I began a little girl

with a heart the world did break

(starry-eyed and curly-haired,

hands as pure as gold).

And for the girl I was,

before my hands were stained with blood,

I plead; If I am remembered,

let it be with grace.