Witchcraft

Witch's craft
A witch's heart
A witch is not afraid she never falls apart my
Witch's craft
Beneath my heart
Whenever I'm afraid I fall into the dark I'm a witch

I was a little witch, never fit in I sit in my little ditch,
Blacker kittens were sipping a silver dish,
Always ridden with hidden and brittle wit,
Only riddles writ, non committal shit,
So they lick and they spit just a little bit,
While I whittle cherry pits and berries split,
It'll bury it, and ferry it away until I
Barely blame, my buried shame,
And wear away a buried flame just a little bit,
I was never tame and scared away the reins
Until I made myself seem like a fickle bitch
Every day I wait for flame beneath my cauldron,
Fame for all my older pains holding me,
Holding reins all the same, did I change?
Did I save my grace or is it all the same,
Always they saw me split

Witch's craft
A witch's heart
A witch is not afraid she never falls apart my
Witch's craft
Beneath my heart
Whenever I'm afraid I fall into the dark I'm a witch

Burning bibles, yearning rivals,
Earning libel, turn on the pliable charm,
Burning balm, I lay on arms,
Till they never can do me harm
I feast, I pray, I'm freed, let me lay,
Letting me say anything I could say until
They are dismayed until raising their arms
Basil, nutmeg, sage and, thyme, I rhyme with all the herbs
Had it, mine the, babbling brine I, lap it, calling words,
And I heard a disturbing sound,
All the birds were turned silent and falling down,
And I fall in my always unfurling gown,
To a ball we were dancing under the ground,
Let us all double down

Witch's craft
A witch's heart
A witch is not afraid she never falls apart my
Witch's craft
Beneath my heart
Whenever I'm afraid I fall into the dark I'm a witch