The Healers

I am the mother of our daughter

My wings spread out across the sky

She fell from heaven, but I caught her

The light flies out from in my thighs

And I will punish those that hurt her

And I will comfort those that nurture

I am the mother of our slaughter

I break your bones to feed our daughter

In buried dreams, I sift the powder

Inside your throat, I hide her thunder

I killed the daughter in my own mother

Now I'm my mother going under

Under, under

Under, under

Under, under

Under, under, under, under, under

The wolves are swimming in our harbor

Our lungs are breathing in black water

The heavens rain down knives of silver

To kiss our bodies in the river

So many minds, so much to choose

So many heartaches, so much to lose

So many angels, sailing through dust

So many teardrops, so many pearls

I'm calling you my light, I'm calling you my light

I'm calling you my light, I'm calling you home

Every night, I bend my knees

I pray for you to comfort me

I pray for you to clean my eyes

I pray for you to wash my mind