La Cerca - Sparta

Grew up on a man made line

That’s left me warm

Count your blessings, you’re the lucky one

The view from this window

Is frail and brittle

And I’ve done nothing to change anything

These hills in our hometown

Disguise the beaten down

Can’t turn a blind eye anymore

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I’ve let you down

So I change my ways and I’ll find a brand new path

Let’s crash these gates and join this party

I want to be welcomed not tolerated

I’m watching my own eyes

Looking for truth

I started doubting but fell into the pool

This resolutions firm and panic sets in In order to grow you must be open to learn

Grew up on a man made line

That’s left me empty

I’ve seen these scenes

Haunt me in my dreams

I’ve just begun to question why

How could I forget

Imaginary splits

Don’t have a thing a to do with life