The Sky Has No Customs

[Title] The Sky Has No Customs

Verse 1

At dawn the Sahel lifts its golden haze

winds open wide with limitless grace

storks carve a path through the morning blaze

bridging the seas with a fearless trace.

Chorus

Borders fall before the streaming air

journeys rise where the horizons meet

checkpoints fade in the upper glare

one living world beneath a single beat.

Verse 2

Godwits slice the jade Pacific span

eight days of flight on a timeless run

over wars and harbors they weave their plan

carrying maps older than any sun.

Chorus

Borders fall before the streaming air

journeys rise where the horizons meet

checkpoints fade in the upper glare

one living world beneath a single beat.

Bridge

We carry roads inside our veins

ancient tides of salt and light

migration sings in our breathing chains

the right to move is the earth’s own rite.

Final Chorus – Crescendo

Borders fall before the streaming air

journeys rise where the horizons meet

checkpoints fade in the upper glare

one breathing planet, one endless beat.