The witch who cooked and mopped the floor,
Same witch who fed and clothed you.
A witch who was accused for the wrongs in the family,
A witch who was blood,
Same witch would lay her life for you.
Strong headed woman who lost her pride at the time the price was paid,
Who lost her future for the growth of a child,
Same kept herself when no one believed.
It is wrong she tells herself,
But no one to listen;
Her voice is gone,
Now she is tied to the whispers.
The death of a man created the witch.