Lyrics
Verse 1
You called me faded.
I called it dawn.
You counted birthdays.
I gathered soul.
You measured beauty
In unbroken skin.
I learned the body
Is where the soul begins.
Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my quiet
For surrender or retreat.
Roots don’t need permission
To grow beneath your feet.
Chorus
I am the Crone.
Keeper of the stories.
Guardian of the flame.
I wear silver like a promise,
Not an apology.
I have traded certainty
For wisdom born of night.
Call me old…
I call it sight.
Verse 2
I know the names of sorrow.
I know the weight of grace.
I know when silence heals more deeply
Than another race to save face.
I have learned that every ending
Carries one unopened door.
The woman who feared becoming me…
Doesn’t live here anymore.
Bridge
Come sit beside my fire.
Not to worship.
Not to follow.
But to remember…
Every maiden,
Every mother,
Is already walking toward
The Crone.
Final Chorus
I am the Crone.
Not an ending.
Not an echo.
But the keeper of the fire
That lights the way home.
Details
GeneratedJul 9, 2026
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gothic Americana spoken sung
Credits
Prompt byChillMix460
ModelAria v5.5
