[center][color=wheat]My hands build a tower
Slowly going higher
And as stone after stone I gather
My climbing takes me farther

With stars all around me
The goal of my dreams is there to see
Heart overwhelmed with glee
Until the tower crumbles into a pile of debris

I fall and I crash
I break and suddenly I'm trash
My bones too weak to survive something so harsh
I blame myself, was I too rash?

My brain doesn't know and my heart doesn't care
Once healed, my body moves as if unaware
Stones are piled once more without sign of previous wear
I am cursed into this cycle so unfair

A new dream is built on top of the previous one
Always so close to the end but never quite done
Ignoring thoughts I might again be thrown
One more time, I will reach for the sun[/color][/center]