Sing Along, My Children - Stripmall Architecture

Sometimes it’s hard to look up

It can be tough to pretend

That I’m not crumbling

Like ant hills in hard rain

The weight is heavy at times

The lines fall hard

And then I’m falling apart

A river that banks can’t contain

It can be hard to see

Crumbling in your wake

Look at me;

please don’t turn

Is this what we deserve?

Is this all that we are?

Only this, nothing more?

Crumbling, all of us

In the sea, into dust

We learn though we stumble

Not through paths unchosen

We learn from upheaval

Not through words and tokens

We lack for example

Not for lofty sermons

We learn though we stumble

Sing along, my children