Broken sidewalk, The people talk, As they walk on by.
Past the gravel and the stone, Hiding the unknown, The truths that lie below.
The history forgotten, Broken and trodden, Cut up by overuse.
The banners reading caution, Foreshadow the auction, Of rocks turned loose.
Soon it will be sold, Gathered up like gold, Yet the stories will go untold,
Of what happened on that sidewalk.