Concrete Canyons

We were not made for this grey desert,
This blistering wasteland of towering concrete coffins.
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, as this place takes hold of me.
No one grows in a cage, we cannot stay and we should not stop.
Let me out,

Let me out,

Let me out from behind these built up walls.

I have been pent up long enough thank you very much.

I don't want to pass away here, among only what man has made.

Let me down to sleep on the silent fields of this last golden summer,

Beneath the stars that have been hidden too long from me.

Concrete Canyons