Barriers and Open Doors
I drive past the dirt houses
Each one passes by into distant memory
But I can't forget the people living there
In tattered clothes and crumbling homes.
I am rich in opportunity
They are poor in hope.
Where they are is where they'll stay
No hope of moving forward
Nowhere to move toward.
But me,
Freedom is presented to me in a golden box.
I can choose between a thousand lives
And only because I live on the other side...
On the other side of the border.
This barrier which so cruely determines fates
And sentences lives
This fine line between prospertity and poverty
Between bliss and gloom
Between life and death
Is what I would change
This Barrier I would make into a bridge
To make dreams into reality
And give flight to hope
I would change this Barrier
Into an Open Door