Concrete Landscapes

This place was never meant to be our home

This land was in possession of no one

We settled in belief that seeds would grow

A promise that we'd harvest what we'd sow

This place was never meant to be our home

This land was in possession of no one

From fields of green grew towers made of stone

It breaks my heart and all that I have known

Silently I walk among these concrete landscapes

Rupturing our roots so we will leave or fade away

Watching my surroundings being ravaged by their greed

Replaced by someone's vision to create the concrete dream

Silently I walk among these concrete landscapes

Rupturing our roots so we will leave or fade away

Watching my surroundings being ravaged by their greed

Replaced by someone's vision to create the concrete dream

This place was never meant to be our home