Imaginary Lines

Heaven help the soul that's severed
From the place where it belongs caught up in the mindless struggle
Of the weak against the strong
Headlights along the border
Keep the peace, their law and order
Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
It's their kind of strength
It's their only defense
An imaginary line
Just a kid and his younger brother
Headed for the wire
Had no rights in the telescopic sights
Of the vigilante's rifle fire
And now he's buried on the border
Where the rivers are blood not water
Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see)
It's their kind of truth
It can only be proved
With imaginary lines
In times like these concerning
Who decides which bridge is burning
Don't fall for-map reading
Just make sure that you're still breathing
After the lines were drawn, the children would dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were.
Year after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon hoping that the oysters would come back.
They risked everything-their homes, families and meager possessions-to search for the pearls.
To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the bottom, the children tied stones to their backs.
Many of them died, streams of blood and broken bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and the lagoon cried.
Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see)
It's their kind of strength
Their only defense
An imaginary line
Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see)
It's their kind of truth
It can only be proved
With imaginary lines