La Cerca

Grew up on a man-made line

That's left me warm

Count your blessings, you're the lucky one

The view from this window

Is frail and brittle

And I've done nothing to change anything

These hills in our hometown

Disguise the beaten down

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I've let you down

So I change my ways and I'll find a brand new path

Let's crash these gates and join this party

I want to be welcomed, not just tolerated

I'm watching my own eyes

Looking for truth

I started doubting but fell into the pool

These resolutions firm and panic sets in

In order to grow you must be open to learn

Grew up on a man-made line

That's left me empty