Watchtower man climbed there.
Over steeple and town hall he'd stand and stare
Why and how weren’t open-ended anymore
Cause he could see across the sea and shore
He's within the clouds when the rains come
But he can't see how green the fields become
He knows why the men pray to the skies
But he's never felt their smiles, their cries.
His abandoned farm had gone dry
But its ruin was a star in the milky sky.
Take a few more steps away and it won’t be seen
The complex detailing falls to a smooth plane of green.
If he looked hard he could see others
In towers of their own, his lonely brothers.
He didn't need to see their eyes
To know they saw the folly of their highest prize.