There's a line in the sand, some might say.
A line we can't cross.
Mine's numbered 16, yours 15.
In case we forget.
There's a line of protection.
From the pain and the sorrow.
If you're not sure where they start,
Just look for the white and the green.
It's easy enough, I suppose.
I hid half my heart on your side,
Just to be safe.
I'm pretty sure you kept yours whole though.
Sometimes we meet in the middle.
Though never at the same time.
I feel your echo as I walk along the divide.
It's like a ghost that haunts me.
Always just out of reach.
You drew the line, don't you remember?
You made me run away.
There's a line .in the land.
Let's keep it that way.