Arrows

I'm looking through the trees at my native land I've got this longbow in my hand And I am waiting for someone to cross me And I can hear those snare drums rattle But I don't know where comes the battle I used to walk the ground, my shoulders down My head up high And I never had to reach a hand behind my back Now I am shaken to the marrow Cause I have wasted all my arrows Wasted I lay in bed Alone in a heap Cause I heard a noise that woke me up But they're still asleep Can't find my way, can't find my tribe I'm in this place I can't describe I think it's home But it's not familiar Cause I've been looking at the world Like I'm a victim, not a girl misunderstood So I am taking back my arrows Taking back my arrows I'm taking back my arrows Taking back my arrows