when we are gone they will remain
wind and rock, fire and rain
they will remain when we return
wind will blow, and fire burn.

She is the mother, she is the crone
She is the maiden no man can own
She is the maiden, she is the crone,
She is the mother, all her children come home
She is the mother, she is the maiden
She is the crone, with wisdom laden

~Medea