Your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained.
I think of lovers as trees.
Growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why are you afraid of love?
You think it's not possible for someone like you,
but you are the love of my life.
So we're gonna heal.
We're gonna start again.
You are the magician.
Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt, disappear.
Her heaven will be a love without betrayal.
There is a curse that will be broken.
One thousand girls raise their arms.
Now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.