I sit here on the border
Wondering were are the real boundary’s
Why were they made?
How long have the existed?
What is it like on the other side?
I was tempted to cross
But scared at the same time
What would happed if I should
Take a step
I realized a journey starts with only one
I decided I should have to find out sooner or later
I look around everyone’s different
I thought why back out now?
This is my only chance I have been given
I searched the crowed of stares
Finding a single warm smile
I saw these people look different yet,
They act the same
Maybe the myth is true the grass is greener on the other side