Lines in the Air

Lines in the Air [Verse 1] I draw a line but it’s made of thought, Not chalk or chain or thread I bought. It floats between the said and seen, A whisper born where I have been. [Verse 2] You cross it and I feel the flame, Not anger—just the self reclaimed. Your gesture speaks, my silence learns, We meet where two worlds twist and turn. [Chorus] It’s a boundary, not a wall, Not to divide, but to recall— The moment I became aware That I belong, I breathe, I care. Lines in the air, Not here to bind, but to repair. [Verse 3] Each thought a thread, each rule a frame, A culture’s echo speaks my name. But I can choose what I accept— Not all beliefs are worth what's kept. [Bridge] Tell me, who made this border here? Was it love, or was it fear? I trace it back, the Reinforcing sign, And hold it up to see if it’s still mine. [Chorus] It’s a boundary, not a wall, A mirror when the shadows fall. To ask the who, the what, the why— To find my truth before goodbye. Lines in the air, They change when we begin to care. [Outro] So let me draw with open hands, A circle made of shifting sands. To meet you not with sword or cage, But triage born of listening age. Lines in the air... We heal the world when we repair.