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 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
 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
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 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 if 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
 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
 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