Empowered femininity With a little majik in the mix a healer or a medicine woman or maybe she’s a witch
A Goddess with a cauldron Cuyandera with her potions Earth Mother with her incantations Whirling Dervish with her motions
She’s a Witch, She’s a Guru, She’s a Goddess, she’s a Ghost She’s La Llorona in the river She’s the sound of the waves crashing on the coast She’s the moon when it’s a sliver
Should we burn them at the stake See if they sink or swim Their light is burning very bright it must be made dim
Where do you draw the line between the Saints and the Sinners Where do you draw the line between the good ones and the bad ones the losers and the winners
But why do the women get such a bad rap the wicked Witch of the west when Men do this stuff they don’t get all this crap in fact they’re thought of the best
Where do you draw the line the line of salt that is between perhaps a White Warlock or maybe he’s a Wiz
it’s a cult they worship satan I saw them walking through the woods chanting prayers and making Dark Dark beer wearing long brown robes with hoods
He walks on water, He heals the blind raises people from the dead He’s dangerous, He’s different He’s a Witch, he must be bled
Where do you draw the line between the good and the evil Where do you draw the line between the Goddess and the Devil Where do you draw the line between Science and Religion Where do you draw the line between Truth and Superstition