How pure... The Rose... It's natures beauty
Her flush red petals are soft as silk
The drops of dew are the tears she cries
Those who've seen the tears of the rose know
This is nature's will for survival
Yet we continue to destroy it

We'll see it under a moonlit night
We willll see what we are destroying
Hopefully we'll stop... But it's doubtful

For concrete has become our nature
Los Angeles or New York City
Demolishion followed by concrete
This is our repetition of life

Very soon, there will be nothing left
And we will have to destroy again

This time we will destroy our cement
Our precious concrete will fall for more
We always want bigger and taller

Just pray we don't live to see the day
The day that the concrete jungle falls

For humans will fall shortly after