In the dark of night you can see them
Running fast as they can for freedom
Leaving everything they know
Looking for a life they control

The border is the boundary that they must cross
The price of freedom is more than the cost
Trading their penance for a chance at the same
Giving up oppression for a life filled with pain

They're crossing over the line
Crossing over the line

They post their guns and try to restrain
The pulse of consciousness still remains
The shadows of the beams of the search lights tell
We may try to stop them but they're still…