Crossing Imaginary Lines
music and lyrics by Michal Waldfogel
Waiting at the border for my turn to share
The purpose of my visit and what I
Declare I'm a traveler, I'm duty free.
Citizen of the world, not one country.
But the lines we draw upon this earth
Manifest to values, beliefs and worth.
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Borders on the map, on my heart, in my mind
I conjure up the courage to cross these lines.
When I close my eyes and truly see
All of these lines are imaginary.
Some people tell me to steer clear of bees,
To plan out each moment so they won't sting me.
But I miss out on the honey if I live my life this way
Lines form on my brow if I worry every day.
When I release fear and intend to do no harm
I watch as the bee walks a line across my arm.
I've wondered who I am and who I can be,
If what I wear, if what I do is what defines me.
Who can be my friend, who can be my love.
Lines etched from within, from outside and above.
"A kind of person" person just fails to describe
The beauty in us all and our joy to be alive.
