Tower

I pray and I pray.  I give and I give.  I look up and down and magnify and extend.

A chance to be loved, a chance to be seen. A tyrant for all where Love is the king.

Love for many, more places and things. We fly through the arrows every day and each night. Yet he kicks us for what, we don’t say in the night.

Pretty little thing we see on the site. It tears us apart each day and each night.  How do we save the small and the big?  From tyrants above who spin and they spin.

Faith for the many and faith for the few? Support for the outcasts, misguided, and mews.  Because the Man up above sees all that we know. He loves us regardless to put on a good show.

He taught me and guided me, misguided we know.  Better than silence, applause, and a show?  He thought far ahead for what we didn’t see.  He planned more pageantry for the show and the king. A circus for all we lost to the war.  They painted my walls with lights and the scene. I gave them silence, those prayers and some of my things? Wait he lives each day and each passing hour.  Living past death? A new superpower.

We pinch him and strike him to jump through the hoop.  Yet he sits there instead just trying to look cute.  Forgiveness for many or forgiveness for the few. How would He have it, just us two? No little man that’s too much to ask.  Your part of a puzzle that we need for the show.  Fight it and fight it, it’s harder we know. No cage for a lion, a mouse, or a tiger?  Turn on the lights and bring forth the hour? “No my friend, this I can’t stand.”  For with each passing day and each passing hour, we turn up the volume.  More for the man and more for the show, a bad little man but she wanted to know?  A little mouse can’t try and be king? What will he say? My salutations to the queen.

Roses or Gems this I must choose?  Friend or a friend.  This I can’t do.  Ungrateful servant you waited an hour, then took our servant up to the tower?

Get her out