No Border Can Hold The Sky

[Intro — hand percussion / flute / bass]
[Verse 1 — Male vocal]
She left with one small suitcase,
a photograph inside her coat.
The house was still behind her,
but it was no longer home.
She crossed the river before sunrise,
walking with a borrowed name.
She didn't know where she was going,
only what she had to leave.
[Chorus]
No border can hold the sky,
no line can stop the rain.
You can draw a map across the earth,
but the wind will cross it again.
No border can hold the sky,
no wall can stop a dream.
We are all somewhere between
the place we left
and the place we've never seen.
[Instrumental — African percussion / flute / bass]
[Verse 2]
A man at the station asked her,
“Where do you come from?”
She gave him the name of a country
he had only seen on television.
He wanted to know her story.
She didn't know where to start.
There were too many nights behind her,
too many names inside her heart.
[Chorus]
No border can hold the sky,
no line can stop the rain.
You can draw a map across the earth,
but the wind will cross it again.
No border can hold the sky,
no wall can stop a dream.
We are all somewhere between
the place we left
and the place we've never seen.
[Instrumental — violin / flute / guitar]
[Bridge — Female vocal]
I was born on one side of the river.
You were born on the other side.
Tell me what makes one of us
more entitled to the light.
[Male vocal]
Perhaps the earth never promised
that we would stay where we began.
Perhaps home is not a border,
but the people who still take your hand.
[Instrumental — extended world/reggae groove]
[Verse 3]
Some will arrive and build a new life.
Some will return when it is safe.
Some will carry two worlds with them
for the rest of their days.
And maybe we should ask the question
before we ask where they belong:
What happened to you?
What do you need?
How long have you been alone?
[Final Chorus]
No border can hold the sky,
no line can stop the rain.
You can draw a map across the earth,
but the wind will cross it again.
No border can hold the sky,
no wall can stop a dream.
Different roads beneath our feet,
but the same sky above us all.
[Outro — flute / violin / bass]
The same sky.
Above us all.