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I was born in a valley of blood

And it stained the skin of my soul

Her body was shamed and trained to believe

That she wasn’t in control

And that very first thing that I witnessed

Was my mother’s own lack of control

And I learned to push back pain, like she did

Right from birth

And throughout my growing up years,

I watched my mother live out her life

She weathered the storm called my father

Until one day, her shelter gave way

And she opened her eyes to the damage

And the ruins of her life at her feet

And I walked on knowing my mother’s faults and fears

And my father’s choices were imprinted on me

And sometimes when I’m feeling disconnected

There’s a rock in a place on a hill

And a woman’s name has been engraved there

And her spirit floats on the wind all around

And I go and sit with her

And I feel her as she wraps her windy arms around me

The other day I dreamed I saw my mother standing on the beach

And she was bleeding in to the ground

And the tears rolled down her cheeks and back into the sea

And I wonder how many mothers have

Given up their daughters like seeds on the wind

And I wonder how long those mothers wonder

When those seeds will meet the soil

And sometimes when I’m feeling disconnected

There’s a rock in a place on a hill

And a woman’s name has been engraved there

And her spirit floats on the wind all around

And I go and sit with her

And I feel her as she wraps her windy arms around me

And I know a silver woman in the mountains

And there’s a Raven perched on top her head

And she carves out her life all around her

With fingernails caked in black earth

And she tells me to hold fast to my truth

And to lay myself down in the grass

And she tells me to live in my body and

Worship it too

Bridge:

And I can’t wait to be an old Crone Woman

‘Cuz then I’ll know who I really am

I’ll hoist my animals onto my shoulders

With hands that are calloused and worn

And I’ll carry crystals in my pockets

And the Moon will rise in my eyes

And I’ll walk barefoot on strong old muddy feet

Singing stories of a well-aged life

And I won’t feel disconnected anymore

And on a rock in a place on a hill

I’ll carve my own name into that stone there

And my spirit will float on the wind all around

And young women will sit with me there

And they’ll feel me as I wrap my windy arms around them

I’ll wrap my windy arms around them

End bridge:

I’ll be a windy, old, Crone Woman

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