Tower © 2009 Paul Gaines

In a tower of self deception lives a man of low esteem
Through the windows of his soul’s where his guilt and shame are seen
For the transient population that he’d forced to play their parts
But they all left the building when they found it had no heart

The neighbors all came knocking and demanding recompense
Turning in their gardening tools along with their walking sticks
This cross was not their burden and their work here had been done
Confusion wears a poker face but conceals a pocket gun

In a state of mortal panic it’s the end that’s what he thinks
He empties all the glasses searching for his favorite drink
The clock just keeps on ticking and he sees there’s no escape
Left alone to work it out a cold and unfamiliar place

There are halls inside the tower where he hasn’t been for years
But he knows it time to go there so he’s loading up his gear
Time to do the real work now, no more clever metaphors
Twisted crutches searching for the keys to all these doors

It’s the little things that matter in this thought he feels secure
He looks around the cluttered mess but for what he’s still not sure
The echoes in these chambers reflect his twisted past
Bravery starts to lessen not sure now that he’s up to this task

The fruit of all his choices left him fully unequipped
The choir is outside singing like the cracking of a whip
A voice speaks out and tells him look inside yourself for peace
Taking heed he knows it right and drops down to his knees

He cries out bring your master now I’m ready to confess
Instead appeared the general saying you have passed the test
Sit down at the table tell us who you are
Tell us how you got here and about your battle scars

In a tower of self deception once lived a man of low esteem

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