In the early hours of Saturday
Before dawn had even broke
I was walking with children in green fields of grey
I stood by but never spoke
They stopped to see flowers grown by the road
Colorless in the twilight haze
Standing by as purple cattle would stir
To go for an early graze
And by the time the dew dropped clover
Tried to get a little color back
The old and the tired got all fired up
And their wires got crossed
And the cows got lost
And the frostbitten children crawled over the wall
The wall, the wall
The cinderblock wall
Could you see the weeds begin to grow
See the crow, the crow
Come the ominous crow
Foretelling the great structure’s fall
From the wall, from the wall
From the cinderblock wall
Can you see their bones start to stack
Bring them back, bring them back
Bring those little kids back
Before something eats them all
In the early hours of Tuesday afternoon
In a sinkhole of steaming sand
I swam with my classmates to latch on the moon
We taste it, it’s pretty bland
The grown-ups, they follow the clay-colored bones
We picked up and left on our way
There’s a green ape atop a grape-colored throne
Oh Dead God, rue this day
And by the time our leader fell over
Face losing color fast
The young and the tired, the ones you admired
Had their wires get crossed
And the apes got lost
And the heat stricken children looked back to the wall
The wall, the wall
The cinderblock wall
We could see the dust begin to rise
From our eyes, from our eyes
In our scared little eyes
We could see the grown-ups run and fall
Down the wall, the wall
Watch the cinderblocks fall
Catching people screaming down below
See the crow, see the crow
Come the wizened old crow
To protect us as the elders did fall
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The Cinderblock Wall
The Cinderblock Wall
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