3x12

Proudly stand, oh Titans Grand,
Three by Twelve by the interstate bend,
Rotting monuments tall
'Till all mankind fall--
A reminder for none to understand.

Will you stand, oh Titans Grand,
Three by Twelve by the interstate bend
When the plains reclaim
Roads and houses again
Or will your vigilance come to an end?

When will you lay, oh Titans, nay,
Sleep soundly along the river's way?
When birds cease to cry?
When mountains all die?
Or will you lay on some nearer day?

For now, Titans Grand, please stand
Proudly here by the interstate bend--
Three by Twelve, tall,
Rotting monuments all--
A hope for a life we can understand.