the stone wall

There stands a wall made of stone, It has nowhere to go, nothing to see, No hopes no dreams, No incredible fantasies, Of what it could do or create, It just stands tall and waits Waits for the moment it will begin to crumble, It knows it must happen sooner or later, But it wants to stay and remember, Remember what it was like to stand tall, To stand over it all, And watch as people drive by, While standing tall below the sky.