Under the Concrete

Nothing is bolder than the jump From the window sill Into the depths of hell Into the clutches of The Devil himself But never mind, that talk is a little premature I have many sins worse to commit first Under the dead weight Of all that grey Concrete creeping Covering all of the children All of the flowers Never ceasing To be all I am All that I am All I am All that I am And now from a higher spot There is certainly a great danger That maybe my soul would float up into the sky Where all of the people Dancing and clapping Would greet me with such warmth Stealing glances At our old teachers Wondering if they remember Who we are Who we are All that we are Under the blue sky Under the aeroplanes All of the people Under the concrete And all of the plastic All of the traffic Filling up our throats Everything's keeping Nothing is breathing Under the harsh light Under the blue sky Suddenly my Eyes were stinging For all the people Under the concrete Never ceasing to be all I am