It woke in the hand, a spark in the bone. Not a blessing, not a prayer — a hum of its own. A skein of bright pressure under the skin, and every warning came too thin. They said be small, be still, be sweet. They said it's dangerous. She said watch me. She is the power! She is the power! What was taken comes back hard! What was quiet leaves a scar! She is the power! She is the power! Not a gift, not a myth — just the truth they couldn't bar. Mothers taught fear, men called it law. But fear is the cage, and the cage has a flaw. The wire remembers what it used to be — and the world is afraid of what it can't see. She is the power! She is the power! What was taken comes back hard! What was quiet leaves a scar! She is the power! She is the power! Not a gift, not a myth — just the truth they couldn't bar. No old order now, no throne stays clean. Only hands — and what they mean. A tender world with a sharpened edge — every door swings off its hinge. They said be small, be still, be sweet. They said it's dangerous. She said watch me. She is the power! She is the power! What was taken comes back hard! What was quiet leaves a scar! She is the power! She is the power! Not a gift, not a myth — just the truth they couldn't bar! She is the power. And it's just begun.
