Rise of Tower

thou rise, tower. ten miles high.

rests the job of crowd with thine feet.

thine complexity, worship of eye.

amid skyscrapers, thee neon lights.

ye the spot of busy days and nights.

thou rise, tower. hundred miles high.

rests the red wood trees with thine feet.

thou sing with albatross' hymnody

monsoon melody, misty fog freed.

thou rise tower. thousand miles high.

rests clouds' white castle with thine feet.

you sail along road to thine reverie

whilst sunbeam brushes against thee.

thou rise, tower. million miles high.

rests the astronauts with thine feet.

oh so thou, drenched in sea of stars.

give birth to new constellations.

thou rise, tower. billion miles high.

rests bold planets with thine feet.

the vacuum's prowess, thou caress

oh pleasure's come in speed of light.

thou rise, tower. trillion miles high,

rests the universe with thine feet!

your flesh is made of complexity of sin

thine perpetual rise can't reach God's realm