Past The Red Line Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Heard a whisper on the wind, a legend softly told
Of a place beyond the bend, where futures unfold
They call it the Far Country, a shimmering mirage
Where dreams, however small, can write a new page
If we go there, if we dare, to cross that distant line
It is said that in Buriram our stars will truly shine
Every man wants to go there, a thirst within the soul
It isn't just a state of mind, it's taking back control
Buriram women, beautiful and strong
Their loyalty a bedrock, where you'll always belong
Respectful hearts and spirits, a quiet inner flame
Burning bright and steady, whispering your name
If we go there, if we dare, to cross that distant line
It is said that, standing there, our stars will truly shine
Every man wants to go there, a thirst within the soul
It isn't just a state of mind, it's taking back control
The journey's long and the path is overgrown
Fear can hold you tightly binding, leaving you alone
Whispers try to lure you back, to comfort and to ease
Do not be fooled by their lies, you can find some peace
It is said that, Buriram women are beautiful and strong
Their loyalty a bedrock, where you'll always belong
Respectful hearts and spirits, a quiet inner flame
Burning bright and steady, whispering your named
Is it an illusion in our minds?
To desire respect we are denied
To seek a Utopia under another sun
To covet beauty in our eyes?