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 dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
