Concrete Landscapes کے بول

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 This place was never meant to be our home