El Último Renglón

I know my border is the last layer of skin
That my flag burned in the heart
My army always has the losing hand
Against soldiers who always think they're right
But despite everything, it fights and stands
Always waiting for a sign from the sky

I know I'm trying to describe my interior
I keep trying to tune a minor chord
To rescue my mind out of me
So deep within
A hundred ways to wake up from an illusion
I always choose to keep my zen state
Where not a sound from the outside is heard

I know I'm afraid someone might understand
Afraid to meet my true self
I know what didn't happen can't come back
And everything is just a tick of the clock away
The needle moves on, there's no time to waste
I keep waiting with blind eyes

There's no ink in the world to write my love
No safer place than inside your being
No shadow that shields me better from the sun
Better from the sun
Come, I'm trying to write you a song
That I never quite know what to put
And I always lack the last line