The Tower Poem by Brooke Barker

Build your tower
And furnish it's walls,
What will I find when I walk it's halls?

Will I see your accmplishments
And all of your pride,
That you don't even attempt to hide?

Will it be gaurded?
With things hidden within,
So bad you won't let anyone in?

Will it be so high in the skies
That your so above others
You believe you're more richeous than your brothers?

Or is it adorned with love,
Filled with people who care,
Promising to always be there?

Could it be so dilapidated
That with any wrong call,
It will fall?

So walk with me friend,
Tell me what you hold within,
Let me help you mend and defend,
The tower with no end.
Please, Invite me in.