One comes home freely
Another is forced to leave.
Both returning and leaving because they chose
not to live by the rules
Why is our vision so limited?
Can we not see the benefits of the lines on the road?
They say, "this far and no more"
Over the edge is not where you want to go
Rocks that break and bruise are over the edge in captivity
But when you have gone down the way up is plain to see
But only if you realize that you are face down in the mud
For your salvation is up the hill
Between the lines of God's perfect will