I'll never be your baptized baby
That mewling catastrophe of Original Sin,
Nestled by the swaddle of thorns,
And drowning in the sap of your olive tree
I'm just too innocent

I was born in that in-between,
Where the lines of faith and fear
Are blurred from that first breath.
I forgot to hit my head
And then it was up to me.

I was raised in that double-wide, double standard reservation
You never bothered to visit me at.
You became the nomad,
While I became the settler.
Where do YOU call home?

I lived in her world long before
I ever knew to struggle in yours.
I'll never be "Christian enough"
Because "blasphemy"
Was the first word I learned.

The first smell I knew was cedar,
The first taste I knew was corn,
The first love I had was the light.
My blood ran through this nation of sinners,
The only place where my heart beats right

You found your faith through fear
I kept mine with love.
Though I prayed and sang in your language,
I heard the answers and music in hers.
What damnation am I fearful of?