Borders, freedom, and the traps that feel like freedom.
Words & music by Brody Bond · Written July 4, 2019
I drew a line here
To define things
To make clear
The separation
… of ground
… of life
… of skin
I drew a line here
These colors don’t run
(You can’t outrun a bullet)
It’s a race to get born
(You can’t escape your spirit)
I drew a line here
Anywhere would do
It was through your tears
A line was all that mattered now
… for law
… for love
… for peace
… for protection
I drew a line here
Coulda been there
But it’s here
These colors don’t run
(Why would you try to outrun a bullet?)
It’s a race to get born
(No one can take your spirit)
I’m trapped on each side
(An edge is a horizon)
What feels like freedom
(Gives you every reason)
Justifies your reasons
The trap feels like freedom