Pages Unturned
It had been sitting on a shelf for centuries unbothered
Dust hid the lettering past generations honored
The words told the story of a tribe unknown
Living in the depths of a world made of stone
The flightless placentals kept watch with their senses
They had everything in their power to fight the defenses
Until the day came when the walls caved in
The quake of the earth spread panic and sin
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The tribe had spoken, it was time to decide
They had all stuck together in the name of pride
They rebuilt their core to reimagine the souls
Found in the rubble encompassing holes
Never giving in or giving up to get by
Their strength triumphantly would always deny
Outside forces from finding their way in
Their hearts were protected by the thickest of skin
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The ending few had read or comprehended
Would have given life to those transcended
Little did they know the book that sat for years
Was bursting with hope and the happiest tears
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go
For the children they mark and the children they know
The place where the sidewalk ends
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
Pages unturned
Turned
Turned
Turned
The pages unturned
You got pages unturned
Dust hid the lettering past generations honored
The words told the story of a tribe unknown
Living in the depths of a world made of stone
The flightless placentals kept watch with their senses
They had everything in their power to fight the defenses
Until the day came when the walls caved in
The quake of the earth spread panic and sin
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The tribe had spoken, it was time to decide
They had all stuck together in the name of pride
They rebuilt their core to reimagine the souls
Found in the rubble encompassing holes
Never giving in or giving up to get by
Their strength triumphantly would always deny
Outside forces from finding their way in
Their hearts were protected by the thickest of skin
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The ending few had read or comprehended
Would have given life to those transcended
Little did they know the book that sat for years
Was bursting with hope and the happiest tears
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go
For the children they mark and the children they know
The place where the sidewalk ends
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
The pages had been left unturned
The book was spared from being burned
The historic tale was etched in the grave
Yet no one knew what it took to be saved
Pages unturned
Turned
Turned
Turned
The pages unturned
You got pages unturned
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Writer(s): Adam Gloeckler
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