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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 hid her thunder I killed the daughter in my own mother Now I’m my mother going 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 From Letras Mania