These lands I walk upon have
forsaken me
Turned against me
For they have hated me,
Screaming I’m the enemy
They have poisoned me
With their sharp edged arrows,
Embedded in my heart
For they have fed on my bleeding wounds
Made me crawl, I used to run
But now I roll

Everything I loved has turned to dust
But I still lust
Only for a site of green grass
Where the seeds I plant will germinate
Where I will tell stories
About the scars on my back,
The arrows on my chest,
The dirt on my knees
And how life elevates you
With its winter breeze