Tall, sturdy building stand like sentinels,
Casting dark shadows to the cobblestone ground.
Through joy and tears, they stand through the years,
Standing guard, it is freedom and peace they surround.

Red bricks weathered, but sturdy,
Contrast with the white clouds above,
This scene paints a portrait,
In the city of brotherly love.

Unlike the beautiful white walls,
That belie corruption and political strife,
These walls are a crumbling gateway,
That shields our freedom and our life.

Towers stand guard around the courtyard,
And watch over the city streets,
The pounding steps of our forefathers,
Echo like a heartbeat.

In the topmost tower,
Tolled a bell once, but tolled no more,
But through that one note, it told the story,
Of freedom through a war.

Though the bell was ruined years ago,
That single chord echoes without lack,
And although the sound was lost in history,
Its memory says, “Don't look back, you can never look back.”