Every time I look back
and wander into a memory
I tell myself
you were so young
and the foolish guilt and shame
that wells up
eases just a little
Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?
Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?
Every time I look back
and wander into a memory
I tell myself
you were so young
and the foolish guilt and shame
that wells up
eases just a little