We had a landmark off Holland tunnel.
Looking south we knew where North was.
Gone now, some to a dump, other to ashes.
North is not gone! Oh no! A landmark is!
And we will always return to empty skies.
Imaging light reflected in the clouds above,
the ones who where in windows, a sky away.
Making two towers merging in a huge array.
Giving light a field to play. Left us in sorrow.
Birds won’t be lured again, us the ones to be.
Save the birds to migrate . We had it here.
Trees growing out of rocks. Mowing’s done.
Time’s been. Time is gone. Do another part.
Let them be and leave where they’re called.
Not to encounter our builders madness.
In shade of night, off our ambitious illusion.
Shimmers, ripples, shatters breaks
Frosted glass in crystal lakes
Soft as air and hard as stone
Violence vibrates in each bone
Pulsing through the telephone
Orange bursts, flashing bright
Fireworks tear through the night
Colored lights dance on the wall
Music throbbing through it all
Stand up proud and stand up tall
Block it from your battered brain
Lock the doors against the pain
Cruel as crimson, cold as ice
Hurting once and hurting twice
Barricade your paradise
Let the screaming children cry
Let the wingless bluebird fly