Borderline
Borderline
A little boy sits in a prison cell
in a land across the sea
everyone knows he is innocent
but nobody sets him free.
There are children down in Africa
whose bodies know only pain
not knowing when they will eat again
or why the bad men came.
Terrorists are in every corner
of the world today
they speak of God and then use their bombs
and take good people away.
Someone is lying wounded
a victim of a war
wondering where the love is
that’s supposed to save us all.
Why does it have to be this way
does anyone really know
my faith is on the Borderline,
and doesn’t know where to go.
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