
There's a man in a tower
in his hand he holds a gun
he puts it to their head
and he tells us all to run
he tells us all to look away
to turn our backs and flee
yet here the people all stand tall
and demand them to be free
But the man in the tower
the man who holds the gun
stands steady in his tower
his will not to be undone
for he cowers in his tower
with no windows nor a door
and so there is no way to reach him
in the tower standing tall
and so the man in the tower
with hands steady on the gun
he pulls the trigger slowly
mocking those who run
and the tears of the people
in the tower and the floor
land softly on the blood-stained ground
and are not heard at all



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