I cannot scale the tower within
I am sure to lose my footing
I’ve tried to climb that tower
For the reflection I’d be put in
If I ever were to mount it
I would surely see
Each and every soul
I’ve regarded less than me
At its base the tower is good
The cornerstone set by a child
But as the tower was built
Each stone lay more defiled
The mason did not build this tower
How the child planned it
The directions, they were lost
To reckless abandon
So it’s hard to climb the tower
The rise, it is not straight
The surface is distorted
And the stones are bound to break
From atop the tower
I would surely see
The broken, careless man
The mason that is me
