
Three Spirits Through Time (Bayou Sisters)
Verse 1 They called us daughters of the moon, born beneath forgotten skies. We gathered herbs where rivers sang, with truth reflected in our eyes. We healed the broken, fed the poor, held the dying through the night. But kindness wears a dangerous face when tyrants fear the light. Pre-Chorus Different hearts are easy flames, history knows our names. Every century the story’s told, paint the brave in ash and smoke. Chorus Three spirits through the hands of time, bound by sacred sister lines. When one would fall, the others rise, fire could never claim our lives. Call us witches, call us cursed, judge the soul before the verse. Burn the body, not the truth— love returns in living proof. Verse 2 One wore ivy in her hair, one could read the stars above. One believed the greatest spell was mercy stronger than a sword. Village children knew our names, every orphan found a home. Yet crowns and pulpits drew their lines: “No woman walks alone.” Pre-Chorus Every healer wears a scar, every rebel bears a mark. Chains can bind the flesh for years, never silence what is pure. Chorus Three spirits through the hands of time, bound by sacred sister lines. When one would fall, the others rise, fire could never claim our lives. Call us witches, call us cursed, judge the soul before the verse. Burn the body, not the truth— love returns in living proof. Bridge Stake by stake and flame by flame, they tried to erase our names. Smoke climbed high into the dawn, but the sisterhood lived on. In every age we meet again, different faces, same old friends. Not by blood, but by the vow to lift the fallen here and now. Final Chorus Three spirits through eternity, woven in one destiny. Ash became the forest floor, where hope would bloom forevermore. If they fear what they can’t see, let them write their history. We will answer every fire with compassion rising higher. Outro When the embers lose their glow, listen where the wild winds blow. Three sisters walk where courage stood, accused of darkness, born for good. Though the flames once kissed our skin, they never burned the light within.

