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
