I bake the clay in bricks to mold, within my mind's deep prison, I want to reach the land of gold, and safeguard my existence. On swampy grounds I lay my brick, I breathed a stunning vision, A tower filled with lore and myth, My Life's greatest ambition. I built my tower to the sky, To clear a path to heaven, So that one day my soul may fly, And live therein forever. It sighs and groans then crumles down, as I climb up the tower I'm fallong down back to the ground, bereft of all my power. I built my tower to the sky, On grounds so unforgiving, My lesson learned before I die, To stay among the living.
