Monuments - Furniture

Raised iron to rust

Monuments ache

They’re coming apart

But we’re still the same

Monuments torn

Voices will chime

The ghosts of our scorn

Remembered in rhyme

As they wander new halls

Away, away

Give up your reasons

To stay, to stay

Feel nothing

Because, because

What makes a man

Is his worth, his worth

In finality when we leave

The monuments we build will grieve

Counting down the days

Distant rumbling engines sigh

Whispered neon lullabies

The city sleeps as it waits for you

Counting down the days

14 billion cycles deep

Stars are born and stars perish

The best laid plans might not wait for you

Oh what a change can a day make?

How else to live a life when someday it will end?

Oh make a change before the day breaks

Take time to realise truth is its own defence