The towers

I am in a tower sky rise

In the tower above all

Above ground my feet

Can not touch

Can not touch

Beneath the

Inner

The outer

Lines

Of the towers concrete

Wall

The voice I hear when

I do speak

Is the echos of

The walls that lie

Beneath

Silence once built

From the inner

Quite Beneath

My own two feet

Screaming is the sound

I hear

I now have made my silence louder

built from the ever

Grown resilience

To stand up for my

Inner desires

Me

this is what

I am made of

what makes me who I am

Nothing or no one

Can change that

I have fought for myself

In the defeat for purpose

Through the years

Of the unholy

This is the retrospective

Of the Beneath

In the towers

Shy rise I will not

Fall Beneath my own

Two feet

Again

Ohohohoh

Ohohoh

This is the crucial

Conception the

Silence that manipulated

My mind My

Thoughts above the

Ground I walk

As I have rose

I stand above my own two feet

In the sky rise

Of there is a time

There is a place

I am in the towers

That place me above

The unholy

In the towers

I have

Fought I have

Fought a war

With the struggles

Of the silence

I am loud

Fears to speak

I am no more

Bound what people think

I have left behind

On the road that lies

Beneath my own two feet

Ohohoh

Ohohoh

Ooooooo

The silence has no hold

I am gouragious

I bare arms

I wear my heart

On my sleeve

I have earned my

Purpose to conquer

This unholy life

In the sky rise towers

Of echos

it was

A war that not only

I has had to defeat

Conception of who

You are or who you

Can be

Gives purpose

To what good Life

Can be

The silence I was given

My peace of wisdom

The motive of the

Ultar

Once had