Higher than the clouds around
Proudly standing tall
My tower overreaches
the highest of the heavens
None shall make it fall
Foes around me gather
Ripe for sanguine reaping
None of them aware
Their doom soon swiftly sweeping
Not a care nor bother
Safely I lay above
Amid my tower's safety
walled from every heartache's pass
The archer's bow breaks in two
The sword shatters as glass
Nothing formed against me prospers
My will It holds me fast
My will it holds me fast
Michael Newberry
