Crone, Woman, Mother, Child Girl

She was an innocent girl in school
Who did her best to follow the rules
No talkin’ to strangers
That could bring danger
How could he be so cruel?
(He said he was a friend )

Growin’ up the body starts a curvin’
Man momma married thought he was deservin’
Criticized his wife
And his blue collar life
His busy hands kept on swervin’
(Said momma didn’t love him)

Crone, woman, mother, child girl
You got the pow’r to choose your own world
Walkin’ the hard life, let go of the hard fight
Shine grace and beauty, step into your love light
Step into your love light

Starstruck eyes in the modelin’ scene
Fame arrives for the sweet and lean
Took those sultry shots
Said, “Ooh you’re so hot!”
She’d give it all to be queen
(He said, “Trust me, babe”)

How many years of fightin’ back tears
Must a woman live facin’ dark fears
Tried so many times
Walkin’ life stone blind
Powder lines and too much beer
(Honey, let me buy you more.)

Crone, woman, mother, child girl
You got the pow’r to choose your own world
Walkin’ the hard life, let go of the hard fight
Shine grace and beauty, step into your love light

In dreams they come
Guides, one by one
Heal broken hearts
Pick up the parts
On beams of light
Intuition sight
Clears foggy haze
Through the best of days

Crone, woman, mother, child girl
You got the pow’r to choose your own world
Walkin’ the hard life, let go of the hard fight
Shine grace and beauty, step into your love light
Step into your love light
We’re all crones, women, mothers, child girls

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