The line
I looked down,
towards that line in the sand,
the one you draw
thousands of years ago.
The line, that spared a life.
The line, that exposed the lie.
The line that,
I wish, we would never cross.
Yet here we are.
Thousands of years later.
Still holding the stone...
Still ready to cross the line...
Still...
towards that line in the sand,
the one you draw
thousands of years ago.
The line, that spared a life.
The line, that exposed the lie.
The line that,
I wish, we would never cross.
Yet here we are.
Thousands of years later.
Still holding the stone...
Still ready to cross the line...
Still...