Crossing Borders

Crossing borders, beyond the lines,

A journey of courage, a journey of signs.

For when we step outside, of what we know,

We discover new worlds, and watch them grow.

We cross over hills, and through the fields,

Our footsteps echoing, to the rhythm it yields.

For in these moments, we find our way,

A path to follow, every night and day.

We learn new customs, and ways of life,

A journey of wonder, with every strife.

For in these moments, we grow so much,

A sense of ourselves, that we long to touch.

Crossing borders, beyond the lines,

A journey of courage, a journey of signs.

For when we leave what's comfortable,

We discover something new, so incredible.

We see new faces, and hear new sounds,

A sense of freedom, that's worth the bounds.

For in the art of crossing borders,

We find something new, in every corner.

We learn new languages, and ways to communicate,

A journey of discovery, with every fate.

For in these moments, we find our strength,

A sense of resilience, that we have at length.

Crossing borders, beyond the lines,

A journey of courage, a journey of signs.

For when we step outside, of what we know,

We discover new worlds, and watch them grow.

A journey beyond boundaries, that we choose to take,

A path of adventure, that we choose to make.

For in the art of crossing borders,

We find ourselves, and so much more.