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