In the town of Sarajevo

There's an old medieval square

There's a church aside on corner

Most believe was always there

I was built a thousand years before

Any new were born

And its glory was its belfry

With its stones all gray and worn

New 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