Towering Height
T
o
w
e
r
i
n
g
Looking
down on
those in the
grasp of its touch.
so harsh and cold it
has been named by
some who have seen
it making ants of all.
So high above our eye
enough to touch our
the sun above, yet so
frail in time of flight
it bows its head down
Oh tower, what you
see, what has been
done within the night.
You see all near and
far, you wish that you
could not. So many do
in vain, they do not
realize what is said
their only care is for
what is now, but you
can see heaven from
there. You know who
comes and goes, you
follow upon our race.
You see the evil men
commit, and you can't
wait to leave this place.
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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