#ScribesAndMakers 4/8. Share a song lyric you've written or heard that resonates with you. (Give credit if it's not your song.)
When meek folk sleep
In their dull, soft beds
I creep over roots
That the weasel treads
And only the fox knows the ways I go
And nobody knows the things I know...
Wise I be,
Wise I be
When the changeling blood runs green in me!
Excerpt of "Changeling" by Leah Bodine Drake, p.36 in A Hornbook for Witches.
(There are a lot of other good poems, but that's the one that stuck with me as a child, and made me hunt this book down decades later.)