Drawing Borders There was a time, when we all came from the same place. Didn't take to long for history to erase this truth within. Never felt so empty, when bombs destroy somebody's land. For reasons we can't pretend to even understand. A blazed orange sky in a foreign land. A father reaches for his son's hand. There's so much between them, barbed wire to keep them divided as the soldiers stand. Who drew these borders any way ? One by one, we'll all come to the same conclusion. Shift the scene to familiar ground. Violence persists in our hometowns. Students are killers. Killers are martyrs. Martyrs are parents, It's all going down. And we're going to fight, Yes we have to fight to learn a new way. To insure that there's justice, peace that is trusted, not getting busted on some hearsay. We've got to rebuild this country from the bottom up or we'll be left to watch it crumble to dust and Who drew these borders anyways ? With what say ? One by one, we'll all come to the same conclusion.