Soil

I can get what I want
Cause I've done it before
When I wasn't with you
I can't be what I'm not
Though I've done that all my life
I'm purifying my truth
I'm a small plot of soil
With no room for weeds
I'm a small plot of soil
With no room for what won't feed

Truth is, it's on me, babe
My joy won't wait
La la la la
La la la
La la la la
I am seed, I am sow
Everywhere that I go
I put my trust into you
Weather dry, desert sand
What has happened to our land?

We were fertile meadows
But with your hands in the soil
You were mothering
With your hands in the soil
You should've nurtured me
But truth is, it's on me, babe
My joy won't wait
La la la la
La la la
La la la la