In a Tower Far Away

I wonder often what you think, or if you think at all, of the time we shared together as the summer turned to fall. I dream of your adventures, while I watch the passing day, in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away. I wonder often what you know, of love that I cannot. What lessons can you claim that wordless must be taught? And even now I fantasize of games you surely play, in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away. I wonder often what you felt, or did your heart not speak? The power 'pon your lips made me strong and made me weak. And even could I run to you, I think that I would stay, in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away. The pain and loss are fading, my heart's more red than gray, and soon your voice will echo, in memories far away. Written in Sarkey's Energy Center for "Let It Be" contest, sponsored by Catie Lindsey