Sarajevo

In the town of Sarajevo
Theres an old medieval square
Theres a church aside one corner
Most believe was always there
It was built a thousand years before
Any now were born
And its glory was its belfry
With its stones all gray. and worn
Now theres a gargoyle on that belfry
And hes been up there for years
And hes watched and he has pondered:
'What is laughter, what are tears?'
And hes never found his answers
As he sees the years go by
But he watches and he wonders
With his stone unblinking eyes