Torn Vine

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far uprooted
Am I cut too deep to lay claim to this land?
Perhaps I'm estranged, I'm too far pulled out
Left on the side with the weeds and the sand

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

What happens when severed
But I still grow up strong?
Where do my veins reach?
Do I even belong?
Where do I pull from
When I stand in a crowd?
Where is my common face
Is it masked in a shroud?

Are these peaks my mountains?
Is this water my stream?
Can I claim this rock
A stretch though it seems?
My bare feet to the earth
Who hears me call?
Who feels my heartbeat
When I'm alone and small?

Which family's ghosts
Will haunt me and play?
Which ancestor's spirits
Protect me and stay?
What is blood? What are lines?
Are cuts healed through time?
Am I accepted, am I enough?
Are these vines sutured with love?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far uprooted
Sometimes I wonder can I lay claim to this land
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far pulled out
Sometimes I wonder if I'm left on the side

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Mariko Langan
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