They raised a wall against the night, said it would hold, said it was right. But dawn arrived with smoke and cries, a shattered line beneath the skies. So many hearts undone that day no fence can keep that grief away. Make them wood, make them steel, drawn in ink or built for real it's just a line that’s made to cross, even when our life’s the cost. Build them high or build them wide, they'll never stop a human tide. Across a stretch of desert stone, concrete and steel, patrolled by drones. Footprints appear across the sands, Marking trails across the land. Decades pass and still they climb No Border Wall, just dotted line. Make them wood, make them steel, drawn in ink or built for real it's just a line that’s made to cross, even when our life’s the cost. Build them high or build them wide, they'll never stop a human tide. There’s one more fence we never see, etched in thought and memory. Boundaries born of ancient fears, carried forward through the years. Drawn on maps where markers claim as people move like wind and rain. Maybe fences tame the land, mark the field and guide the hand. But every time they rise from fear, They can’t contain what we hold dear You can’t fence longing, hope, or need walls are breeched as borders bleed. We fence our cattle and our crops But humans, fences never stop You think we’d learn, yet still we build to keep dreams not ours unfulfilled It’s fear we fear A fear so old We build a fence and hope it holds.
