One Picture, One Story
I say unto you, and all who can hear;
I called down, but you would not come near.
I warned of plagues and wars and fear.
Though you walked on by and shed no tear.
I stand up high and guard over you.
A sillouette pasted to the sky of blue.
No frozen winter, nor summer too.
Could tear me down, no need for new.
A rock of ages I’ve outlasted your streets
I’ve seen your pain, your joy, your treats.
There is no time here, no muscular feats.
You won’t excite, you won’t leave your seats.
The sun will rise and cover us all.
She will see everything fall.
My walls are weathered, but still are tall
I’ll be watching, but won’t hear your call.