Ashen faces, forests blazing Oh, what have we done? I daydream of tying lying tongues And who would dare drive a knife through the future Of their very own young? Who would dare to set fire to the lungs Of the future generations? Is there any of this madness to be undone? Or is the web of change always being spun? Are these songs of change always to be sung? Holding my own head Sucking my thumb like a wee babe Am I the comfort for which I have often prayed? Or am I still that dragon I could have sworn that I’d slayed? Am I still the witch they tried so hard to burn away? Are you that child from the riptide I tried but couldn’t save? Datura at the foot of the earthly lover’s grave Is this our final bed we’ve left so crudely made? I have kissed my own lonely lips, wiped my sodden cheeks Is this a deadly longing been bestowed to me? Am I not half the woman I could have sworn to be? Were you not that hermit who had promised wings? Are we not the freedom witnessed through the spring? I’ve heard liberty’s bell ringing even over screams Am I not that anchored woman who’s battled the sea? Am I not treasure enough to keep? Now where’s that holy ghost, or did we spook it? Where’s that gentle one I’ve died a hundred lives to meet? He who over coals did walk and truth only did speak Who, starving, parted fields of corn And gold ears did not eat nor steal There’s this fancy hole in my heart I still seem to need to fill So kneel at the feet of the mother you know is here to heal For this great shift I know we were born to feel But that selkie woman’s seal skin must be returned for real And seal with love cracks that run through the hearts of wounded men From this prophesied fall, are we all to ascend And finally return to balance with the feminine? And finally return to balance And finally return And finally return