The name of one lost woman still sounds in hearts and minds today one small tear shifts down a cheek at the price she was to pay For her beliefs and honesty, her friends and comrades dear Imprisoned her and locked her there, to keep her, hold her here. There's a mourning veil hanging over the Fort Harrison today A stain of blood and wrongful trust that cannot be washed away The records betray her, the voices of friends speak heavily of tech The policies followed, and standard applied, and run to full effect. As management watched and the seniors stood close, as in isolation she lay Run down run on, as crying and dying, to force her fears and tears away. One sad story, but repeated hidden so many times The lies that bury deep the dead and cover up the crimes. Across the nation around the world, the crimes are codified. Denial of help, rejection of aid, the cures in promised lies. To restore health and heal the mind and patch the needy soul But all that comes is loss and hurt, illusions take their toll. They've been disconnected, introspected, angels cry. The children rendered hopeless under Happy Valley sky. And one tale has escaped the dark and lives on with us today. The name of Lisa lingers on; and in her name we pray. For freedom for those trapped inside, freedom from lies and theft and hate Freedom from the dark of night and from that bitter fate Freedom to live, freedom to think, freedom for health and to survive Freedom to leave, freedom to love, freedom to speak and write and thrive. The freedoms they deny inside, are the freedoms that we all hold dear Scientologists deserve them as well, despite their leaders' fears That given the choice they will go free and away from the land of lies That imprisons them and holds them down, and off into blue skies. And in her case, inside Scientology's Mecca of the Tech, A prison for the soul and mind, wrought large to great effect Became the prison for her body too, disregarded and denied Her body bitten, forsaken and destroyed, by Standard Tech's lies. The words of hubbard, sacred tech, enscribed in volumes red Prescribed her isolation, her imprisonment in bed Forbade her to speak or be spoken to and forbade her to leave And so they did, and kept her there, despite her cries and screams. The countless victims still call out for justice, and in her name we stand To carry the torch, the banner of freedom for every woman and man Trapped in prisons for bodies, souls and minds; trapped in worlds of pain Lisa is gone today, but her memory remains And in that memory we stand, in that our heads we bow Remembering one victim of those who abuse our trust, who seek out us to cow In that memory we recall the many hurt and lost Through the years of mind control, the bitter human loss. The years of destruction, the crimes and the pain The terrible costs were not suffered in vain She is gone, she is passed, she cannot speak now Yet her memory lives on here, our eternal vow. Never again, never again, we say tonight It is in her name we continue this fight... In memoriam, Lisa McPherson, 1959-1995. Charlotte L. Kates