Non negotiable

a line drawn in the sand of time plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye curled edge of what’s real what’s not that line that never should be crossed plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye things we’ll forgive but not forget built an imaginary fence washed away by tides yet lingers curled edge of what’s real what’s not distinguishing what’s right from wrong what’s acceptable from what’s not comes to a full and sudden stop that line that never should be crossed willing to turn and start anew choosing sides for worse or better a line drawn in the sand of time Form: Retourne (8 syl)