Wild Waters Lapping

You are my witness you've seen how I've grown Growing, reaching out. I, won't be dethroned Who's going to uproot me? Tear up my roots I don't want any man who persecutes. Who can persecute my mind, heart and soul? I don't want a place in your pigeonholes. Physically my looks, aren't they kind of, delightful And with you, all this could be intertidal If you'd take my pagan heart without a fault And never change me the one you'd exalt. Lay me over a green mossy bank I'll be wild waters lapping your riverbank You'll take on some of my own, amnesiacs There'll be no one left here looking back.