From The Tower Back To Land Poem by Al J. Cuesta

Whenever have you been so low to see
That the world above you is but a summer breeze
So easy to travel through
So easy to see
Oh, no, for you've been locked in your high castle for a while now
Your minutes of breeze meaningless, compared to your hours of storm
You knew not how to breathe in the air
Your train needed a re-fuel, it was not enough just to care
Now that you've fallen from your saddle
Now that you've tumbled down from your stair
Now that you've broke all the mirrors
Now that their's nothing left to stare
Nothing left at the bridge
The hand of your love
Standing high in your castle, too high to reach to, too high to fly for the dove
You've tried to grow your hair long
Hoping some daring prince would come strolling along
But you see, the cold is not inviting
For those who have travelled the sea
We know not how to climb mountains
We know not how to ride along
We know not the meaning of your world above
Freedom to see, freedom to be, freedom from our world to thee
But we cannot unlock your chains,
For it is you who have decided to be locked out,
In that tower of yours, towering as high as any tower has been before
For as high as you may want to climb
The sky awaits not for the human kind
Just wait and see, or
Come down, the joker doesn't bite
He might try to fool you, but most of the time he is right
They say hidden among his trickery is the deepest of wisdom
Come down, get close to the fight
You may get dirty, you may lose your sight
Although you have no need to see, they say, to truly understand
Come down, come take your stand
Your stand for freedom, for freedom and peace
The peace the pied piper pleases people with
The peace of art, music, the peace of bliss
Come down, for you are too high to see
The wonders of living, the wonders of glee
Although you are use to, living high in command
Certainly you've got the skills to understand
That although now you dream tormented and high
Once you were down with us, down with the guys
With the men of sea, the men of struggle
The ones who fight hard and strong, to receive pay in the double
Lift your veil of forgotten knowledge
Lift your eyelids rotten with darkness
Lift your spirit and forget what you've been told
Lift your sense of pride, your fear of turning old
You've fallen before, this is known
But this time, come down on your own
To the land you were born in, to the land of the living
Were you will see that this life is more than your seein'
Come down, tell us about the view
But before you decide, and do this on your own,
Grow a beautiful flower, and make sure to bring it down,
To us.