A mouthpiece of unknown origins
Reminiscent of scents
The definition of the soil in my skin
And a part of every womb
That gave shelter to each one of us
I carry this
Every day, oblivious
I carry these
Stories of a barren world
The definition of the soil in my skin
And a part of every mouth
That kissed your soul within
And gave you redemption

Bonded to the land
To its owners and managers
It's rightful heirs
If rights were godly
To its owners and tyrants
Every day I carry that
Little part of my people
The **** on earth