Native Heart

There were others here before me And after me, others still Planting flags And claiming territories Dividing you up Like pieces of a delicious pie Wars were fought and battles raged But the heart wants what it wants Except it is claimed Impaled with the flags of conquering nations And invading hosts I am no warrior I have no armies to fight my battles And I have no desire to climb to the high ground And stake my claim I will have to be quiet Not let the threat be known Take the back door And be firmly entrenched before my foes arrive And I am patient I can wait for them to bleed each other out And lose interest And change their minds And once you see how deeply I am embedded Good luck tearing me out Conquering armies are no match For the native heart