Across the Borderline

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Verse 1:
We whispered dreams beneath the stars,
Now silence echoes where you are.
Steel and wire, guards and guns,
Divide our hearts, what we've become.

Pre-Chorus:
We were just lovers, not soldiers in war,
Now you're a shadow I can't reach no more.

Chorus:
Across the borderline, I hear your name,
Through sirens and silence, it sounds the same.
Though nations clash and walls arise,
I see your face in strangers’ eyes.
Hold on, my love, through fear and time—
I'll cross the borderline.

Verse 2:
The news is fire, the sky turns grey,
I write your name, then burn the page.
They took the roads, they closed the skies,
But not the hope behind these eyes.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
Barbed wire can’t bind the soul,
Love’s louder than their drumroll.
One day we'll stand hand in hand,
On free and peaceful land.

Final Chorus (softer, then build):
Across the borderline, I’ll find your light,
Through war and dark, I’ll win this fight.
Though torn apart by fate’s design,
I’ll make it back in time—
And cross the borderline.

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