We were moon-child girls behind a locked door,
Bare feet on the cold, dreaming something more.
No soft hands, no lullabies, no sacred “I love you,”
Just two little witches learning what the dark can do.
She was my shield when the wolves came near,
A sister-mother made of fire and tears.
She held my hand through the haunted night,
A child with a queen’s heart keeping us alive.
We are the unbreakable girls,
Daughters of thunder, bone, and pearl.
They tried to curse us, tried to make us small,
But women like us rise after it all.
We are the spell they could not undo,
The wild black roses that somehow grew.
When the past comes calling, we stand and say,
You didn’t destroy us. We lived anyway.
We learned how silence can sharpen its teeth,
How monsters can sit where love should be.
The streets were cold, and the nights were cruel,
But we carried magic they could never rule.
Some got swallowed by the bottle and flame,
Some are still trying to outrun the pain.
But we walked through ashes, smoke, and shame,
And came out women who remembered our names.
We are the unbreakable girls,
Daughters of thunder, bone, and pearl.
They tried to curse us, tried to make us small,
But women like us rise after it all.
We are the spell they could not undo,
The wild black roses that somehow grew.
When the past comes calling, we stand and say,
You didn’t destroy us. We lived anyway.
Now she stands where justice lights the flame,
And I hold the broken until they feel brave again.
We became the women we needed back then,
The circle, the altar, the beginning again.
Sister, my bloodline, my moon, my proof,
There is still power after stolen youth.
When the nightmares come dressed like truth,
I remember I survived because I had you.
We are the unbreakable girls,
Made of old magic and surviving worlds.
They gave us no softness, no safe place to land,
So we built our own kingdom with our own two hands.
We are the storm, the spell, the sun,
The daughters who rose when the damage was done.
When the past comes calling, we stand and say,
You didn’t destroy us. We lived anyway.
We lived anyway.
We loved anyway.
We rose anyway.
Two witch-born women,
And we’re still here today.
