Towers

Some stories begin as they come to an end The circle complete so the line has to bend If I am like you, are we all telling lies? What will you believe in the day that you die? All that we are and never will be A dot on a line or a drop in the sea Some stories begin as they come to an end The circle complete so the line has to bend If I am like you, are we all telling lies? What will you believe in the day that you die? All that we are and never will be A dot on a line or a drop in the sea