Signatures in stone
our carved history
They erect the past
blot colours to dictate our future
march the lines of sad souls
through the streets

which once was now can forever be,
dear friend
"my father's land"

up there, scraping the sky
and running through
the blood stained veins
of the streets
just to let them know
We were here!
We are here!

Behind grey
the soul
shared secrets
in bone,
stone and mottos

and lifted candles
light the sky
we joined hands
and sang
we joined hands
and watched it fall away

We were here!
(I know this)
We are here!
(in droves)
and we watched it
fall away

Under the colours
amongst the crowd
through the songs
which I can't feel

Explanation:

From the smallest gesture to the most grandiose carved stone humankind has tried its best to leave some remnants of its existence for the world to see. Monuments are erected to display our influence upon the world which moves with complete indifference around the world. The human animal has taken it upon itself to leave some signature to the world to let it know that we were here and that we existed. The human animal has become a symbolic creature that, for most, a piece of cloth dyed with different colours can distinguish a world of difference between you and I. We allow this inclusive yet separatist approach to identify our fellows and keep an eye on our enemies, It is also effective as a guilt reliever. To worry that you have not achieved something in your life can be a crushing thing as you swim in an ocean of time amongst the most remarkable achievers. But to assign ourselves to an identity, propped up by symbolic stimulus, you can become something more than the skin you walk in.

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