Romans 14, Galatians 5:13-15
  You like your fence a picket white
  With a gate that opens wide
  I keep mine brown the natural kind
  Not always pretty to the eye
  But I cannot demand that you would do
  the same
  And I don't have to like your choice or
  color of paint
  CHORUS
  'Cause your fences are not mine
  My fences are not yours
  Why do we have them anyway
  I couldn't ask anymore from you
  Than to stay within the city of truth
  Why do we have them anyway
  These Fences
  You've set your boundaries I've set mine
  We've drawn the line
  You've kept your guard up I've kept mine
  We think we're safe inside
  Until we find the walls that once
  surrounded and protected
  Are the walls that now divide
  BRIDGE
  There is freedom within the city
  But there's so much more freedom when
  the fences are down