On the Top

“So high, it’s piercing the skies” Gun Roswell

On the Top

It’s so high, it is reaching the tallest sky
The towering clock, which will never, ever stop
And, a cross on the top, to be on the safer side of things
Because, you’ll never know, what forces may be lurking
From their hide, maybe even flanking from all sides
Alas, the tower is secure, no matter what will lure

On the top, is the place to be
On the top, everywhere you see
On the top, no where left to go
On the top, never the time to take it slow
On the top, the only way is down
On the top, but maybe, you can reach for the clouds