Savage Daughter
I am my mother's savage daughter
- I am my mother's savage daughter
- The one who runs barefoot
- Cursing sharp stones
- I am my mother's savage daughter
- I will not cut my hair
- I will not lower my voice
- My mother's child is a savage
- She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
- In the faces of cats in the falling of feathers
- In the dancing of fire
- In the curve of old bones
- I am my mother's savage daughter
- The one who runs barefoot
- Cursing sharp stones
- I am my mother's savage daughter
- I will not cut my hair
- I will not lower my voice
- My mother's child dances in the darkness
- She sings heathen songs
- By the light of the moon
- And watches the stars and renames the planets
- And dreams she can reach them
- With a song and a broom
- We are all brought forth out of darkness
- Into this world through blood and through pain
- And deep in our bones the old songs are waking
- So sing them with voices of thunder and rain
- We are our mother's savage daughters
- The ones who run barefoot
- Cursing sharp stones
- We are our mother's savage daughters
- We will not cut our hair
- We will not lower our voice
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