Building with Broken Fingers
Within the cracks of these walls
Hide the secrets to the past
Please hear the faintly recognized calls
Maybe it’s time?

Within the cornea of these eyes
Still haunt what I hold onto
While we’re gasping for air before
Our buildings fall

So maybe we’re better off
Not knowing the meaning of clemency
But I can’t seem to disregard that clarity
I can’t salvage their paths
I only situate regrets in there dreams

As we race with time
We seem to forget
What they could have held

While dampness enclosed the concrete
His thoughts malformed
Collecting at the bottom of his lungs
He realized his foundation was

Made of sand and still we ignore what we don’t want to see
By suppressing the narrowed images

All I’m trying to do is take your hand
And show you how things could change

Through the struggles of, remembering your own
Why can’t you remember
The meaning of clemency

Within the cracks of these walls
Still haunt what I hold onto

Our buildings will fall
As we race with time
We’ll begin to forget
What they could have built