Here I stand so way up high
Where tears turn to ice in this cold, lonely sky

I tower above the buildings below
Who call out to my peak where windows do glow

They see a warmth and comfort in me
But this comfort and warmth is a false make-believe

They peer in the doors of my very tipped toes
And see not my sad heart that only I know

It is lodged away in a room so up high
Away from on-lookers who may bare a sigh

I can no longer carry the burdens of homes
These rooms are full of rotting old tombs

I built these walls to hide me behind
So as not to burden others, or ask them to mind

I gaze at the stars and the people below
I watch candle lights flicker as cold winds blow

It's lonely way up top, alone with myself
But it's the only way known to keep out the help