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We build these boundaries along the way
despite being born, like me, on perfect ground.
Sometimes our voyage can lead us astray.
We flee our homes for hearts that don’t betray
when our fate drifts and carries us aground.
We build these boundaries along the way.
We thrive where the sun torches skin and clay
and our legs climb hills where rivers abound.
Sometimes our voyage can lead us astray.
We miss sitting under the Tamarind Tree by day
and drinking its juice from the fruit we found.
We build these boundaries along the way.
The hummingbirds still flutter, so they say,
among hibiscus flowers without sound.
Sometimes our voyage can lead us astray.
Resigned are those who bear decay
over dreams like those who choose new ground.
We build these boundaries along the way.
Sometimes our voyage can lead us astray.
