Sparta

Grew up on a man made line
That's left me warm
Count your blessings, you're the lucky one
The view from this window
Is frail and brittle
And I've done nothing to change anything
These hills in our hometown
Disguise the beaten down
Can't turn a blind eye anymore
I was raised in a certain way
And I think I've let you down
So I change my ways and I'll find a brand new path
Let's crash these gates and join this party
I want to be welcomed not tolerated