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