I was in the magma flowing
Under all the ash and soil,
We floated up the land and kept things
Loose enough to move a little bit.
I was crushed into a diamond then,
Cooling off for some a thousand years,
To the finger of a woman who had
Just enough to bargain with.
And it wears me out, yeah
But I feel alright.
And I can't get out, yeah,
But I'll keep up the fight.
And it freaks me out, yeah,
But I'm feeling fine.
'Cus wearier people have done more than me,
So when everything's changing, I won't be.
I eroded into sand and dust,
Made tornadoes in a willing wind,
But got spread out in all directions
Leaving bits of me on everything,
I was drawn up with the atmosphere
When time had come for Earth to feed its Queen:
Getting sucked into a string with all the
Other rock I used to be.