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