I can see for miles across this concrete wasteland From the tops - TopicsExpress



          

I can see for miles across this concrete wasteland From the tops of the trees and to the seas They have all grayed with age The broken will of men has become routine and has stretched Beyond the horizon A long path that was once a destiny The city streets are a maze in our minds A never-ending puzzle lost in a dream I pray for those who walk these streets that they may see the Tops of the towers And expand their conscience I beg they open up their eyes and bear witness to this Crumbling city But some things may never change Some things always stay the same The sun sets on the metropolis as only streetlights Illuminate its collapse Mesmerized by illuminated skies The towers linger as if watching us fall.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 19:03:27 +0000

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