I am the brick in the old city wall
Watching the heavy iron girders fall
Vines wrap my waist in a velvet tight grip
While the red paint begins to peel and slip
Green concrete blooming in the gray
Washing the ghost of the city away
Wild ivy climbing where the traffic slowed
Taking back every single broken road
Rusted steel frames hold a skeleton view
Turning a shade of a deep forest hue
Moss fills the cracks in the sidewalk divide
Nowhere for all of the engines to hide
Glass on the ground like a diamond spray
Casting a spark in the middle of day
Roots push the pavement and break every line
Turning the wreckage to something divine
Green concrete blooming in the gray
Washing the ghost of the city away
Wild ivy climbing where the traffic slowed
Taking back every single broken road
The lens captures gold on a copper wire
Nature is fueling a slow steady fire
No one is driving the ghost of the lane
Only the rhythm of soft summer rain
Chrome on a fender is buried in weed
Sowing a wild and a beautiful seed
Brick by brick I am feeling the hold
Watching a story of clover unfold
Green concrete blooming in the gray
Washing the ghost of the city away
Wild ivy climbing where the traffic slowed
Taking back every single broken road
Just a snapshot in the green.
Keep it steady.
Green concrete.
Fade to gold.
