Concrete Blocks

Concrete Blocks

There is a field far away from here
With a pink sky and orange clouds
Where flowers bloom yellow and red
Where butterflies roam and spread

Here the concrete blocks rest
People come to them every day
But the blocks quietly observe
As people go on with their way

In deep cover, under mystical guard
The blocks were left here as a gift
Ancient relics left and made to stay
For years they’ve talked to all of us

So come with me to the concrete blocks
Where no one will hear us talk
Except for the others, who are very special
And even they can keep all kinds of secrets

Look at me and speak the truth
I have many friends who are here
Here to listen to what you say
Here to witness the events of today

Hold my hand and rest your shoulder
Feel my cold friend beneath us
Warm with me, my friend won’t mind
It’s making him comfortably colder

Run your fingers along the cracks
Track the dirt and rubble with hands
Listen to what the concrete says
Listen to the history it has seen

All the people who have passed
All the people made of glass
Shallow puddles and hard rain
The blocks have seen everything

Hold my hand and rest your shoulder
Run your fingers along the cracks
Listen to what the concrete says
The blocks have seen everything

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