There Will Always Be Fences

Two voices rise from a car driving down an abandoned road. Barbed wire fences close the road in. We are alone. Different and shunned from the rest of humanity. Two voices sing a duet from the soul, crying for freedom, pleading for hope. Wishing with everything they have that things would change. Heartbreaking beauty is on the other side of that fence. Hills and trees and grass, so beautiful it makes me cry, and for a moment my song stops as I'm struck speechless by the sheer majesty of those hills and trees. Fences dot the hillside, like cattle pens, but there's nothing there. Fences outside fences. A sure way to make sure we will never be free. We can run, but there will always be fences. Why can't we have our freedom like we deserve to. Why must we be different when we are so very much the same. Why must there always be fences outside fences. Why must there always be fences when we deserve to be free.