It's lonely up the tower
Up where the moon and the stars are always out
I keep watch, I tend the fire
I document my whereabouts
Etchings on the ceiling deciphered through and out
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It's lonely at the vanguard
Those weary hands, they're ill prepared to fight
Bear the burden of the keeper
I have rehearsed a paragraph
For any odd encounter, a fitting epigraph
A fitting epigraph
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Still lonely up the tower
Up here the moon and the stars, forever out
I still watch and tend the fire
And keep track of my wherabouts
Sketches on the walls, deciphered through and out
My kingdom for an empire
A frame of mind, intricate maps of my own design
I let silence answer prayers
And mocked the squalor of your savior
Towering the flock, two idle needles grin forever