On my knees in the rain,
looking up,
blinking back drops of rain.

All around me people laugh,
they look down,
at me they point and they laugh.

The tower, like a scar against the sky,
stabbing into clouds,
with one eye looks from its place in the sky.

The tower's unblinking eye is just a lighted window.
There's a girl up there.
She knows I'm down here, but she doesn't come to the window.

I kneel at the foot of the tower. I scream, and I beg the girl to come to me.
The people point and laugh;
They know that I will never move, and that she won't ever come down for me.