I want to run, run across borders, and jump over fences.

Borders? Fences? What for! Well it’s for you my friend you belong to the east a portion of land called a country. A country? I ask. What’s that supposed to mean? Aren’t we all humans made from the same soil by a distant supernatural being? Thought we were to live with compassion, humanism and love unconditionally.

No don’t try that, step back!! My orders are to shoot. You are a nice man but you can’t, it’s not permitted without a passport, without a visa……..

This is my land! I belong here!!!

Mother Earth what have they made of you. Borders, crossings, cultural gaps, countries...
I want see you Mother, from the distance in the North to the South from the East to the West.

I remember, once there was peace. We feared the occult. We travelled freely for I discovered places and met people. Who was I? A human again but yet far more human!

I want to live, yet again! See faces and different places without restrictions. I want to run, run across borders, and jump over fences.

I'm in love with everything
With every face I've ever seen
And every place I've ever been
Has left its mark upon my worries

I color in the world I see
I pick apart the melody
'Cause maybe there's a symphony
Caught inside but there's no way out

And the sky is falling down
And there's an angel on the ground
It's getting colder
I'm standing looking down
There's not a sound around the town
It's getting colder
Colder

I would show everything
But everything is too extreme
We'll wait and see the entropy
At the end when we all stop lying but the sky is Falling down
And there's an angel on the ground
It's getting colder
I'm standing looking down
There's not a sound around the town
It's getting colder

The sky is falling down
And there's an angel on the ground
It's getting colder
I'm standing looking down
There's not a sound around the town
It's getting colder

The sky is falling down
And all the people on the ground
Are getting colder
I'm standing looking down again
But you can't help me now
I'm getting colder

Pink, Blue, Orange and black.;
Colours I see.

Astound I am, thick make up with the purple fading of her eyes.
Life could have been better! she prays.
Her fake appearance besieges all.

It's the money her eyes say! I was a woman once!
I stand here tonight with a contrived covering hiding the inevitable.

I am I!! Curly hair, Sunny locks; Life has treated me well
but a delusory smile.
My skin the color of milk, Silk it is and I am the
infectious fragrance of what all desire.

I am I!!
The woman at the bar you couldn't resist.
The demon inside you, I am I the woman at the dance bar.