[Verse 1] At the market near the borderline, Footsteps echo in morning light. Families packing silent dreams, Under banners of “just for now,” not “goodbye.” Soldiers walking with gentle eyes, No walls were built, no harsh goodbyes. A whisper passed from hand to hand— “Go home with peace, until the land’s at ease again.” [Chorus] These are the borders of compassion, Not fences, not fear, not forced division. Just a pause in time, a breath in motion, Until the river of life flows with calm devotion. We’ll meet again when skies are clear— In kindness, not command, you’ll find us here. [Verse 2] Ten o'clock, the gates swing wide, Dreams on tuk-tuks, side by side. Some still long for Thai soil's grace, Where work was fair, and hands found place. Kids in uniforms stand and wait, But fate decides across the gate. And merchants sigh with heavy hearts, As hope departs in silent carts. [Bridge] And the border speaks not in rage, But through pages of a kinder age. No shouting, just a solemn plea— “Hold on to hope, and dignity.” [Chorus] These are the borders of compassion, Not fences, not fear, not forced division. Just a pause in time, a breath in motion, Until the river of life flows with calm devotion. We’ll meet again when skies are clear— In kindness, not command, you’ll find us here. [Outro] So carry love across the land, With empty hands or calloused hands. We’ll wait with open hearts and grace, At this quiet, human-border place.
