If you build a wall, I will dig a tunnel. If you fill the tunnel, I will learn to fly. If you clip my wings, I will learn to swim. Haven’t you heard? I was born in water – just like you. I can hold my breath forever. If your country’s beauty takes my breath away – I will tear out my heart, my lungs, my eyes. Only my mouth will remain. My throat will open. My song of your spacious skies will rise up and wave, like a flag. My voice will walk right through your walls.