but that's what they said, 

I'm a danger to them, 

off with my head. 

Is it true, 

that I deserved to die? 

Was I witch? 

No, it was a lie. 

All I could do was cry 

that I wasn't a witch, 

but they wouldn't believe me.

I could've screamed, pleaded, begged 

but they wouldn't see, 

I wasn't a witch,

I won't ever be.

"She's a witch!" 

No, I'm not,

But maybe I am.

"She's practicing witchcraft"

No, I'm not,

But maybe I can,

And maybe I will.

If I was as powerful as they accused me of being,

why weren't they fleeing until the accusation?

"Kill me, go ahead, off with my head, but you will all pay!" 

I was a witch, yes, and they saw the powers built deep within me.

I was a witch, wasn't I supposed to be?

Yes, they all listened to me,

coo and cackle, 

they locked me in shackles, 

but they could never control my rage.

I was a witch, wasn't I?

 

(this isn't very good, but at least I try.)