Give me a reason and I will leave.
I have the cause, I have the scars
I just need one reason and I will walk.
To the end of the borders that they made and I will cross over
Will all the paper work, ofcourse.
Down to the last mole on my body
I will be identified and tagged and followed as I live across the border
From where I stand today.
At least I won’t be in pain. But let’s not tempt fate.