Tight-rope over empty street,
vacant, i don’t feel complete-
Been days since I’ve felt the heat of sun.
Feel safe here in this BORDERland,
this tainted mind don’t have a plan,
and all I want to do is cry.
The opportunity to choose,
if I stay neutral, then I choose
to be your declared enemy.
Just hold me up, Lord, in your hand,
show me vision for your plan,
let me never go back from your ways.