Sinéad was able to do what most others don’t even come close to realize let alone, accomplish. She was born with a broken wing, still Sinéad soared into her true destiny. We asked for truth, God sent us Sinéad, the enemy sent legions of monsters and demons after her. The devil was afraid, very afraid for Sinéad was a prophet and that which was to come would be delivered to the world through her voice. As it was and still is, she suffered a prophets life. First, the world embraced her and then they brutally rejected her. She dared to be true to herself and not those who sat in seats at a table they were never invited to. Her faith carried her through to the other side of the great divide. But not before she was able to record great volumes of her work, her voice, her thoughts, her beauty, her dreams, her believes, her joy, and yes, also her pain. Stepping off the pages that were the stories of her life we are left here to go on without her. Although we are without our warrior priestess, our protest singer, she is and forever will be that ray of light that jumped hard off so many cliffs and into the abyss to save our children. Into that place not many dare to go, for it is filled with darkness and ruled by those who bathe in the blood and pain of children. Why? Why did she do it? It's simple she was not able to ever be anything but true to God, herself and to the fulfillment of her calling.

-Petra Maricela Violetarojo de Cordero