The gentle push reciprocate
Searching through fragments of supposed nothing
We can't just wait around for it
Edging ever closer to a tall tower desired
Let the promise of it guide you
Racing further - speed is danger
Find the Tower, find the haven
You have found the home, at last
I am ever searching valleys imagined
Clouds form upon the horizon
There's no more that's left to be found
Find the Tower - there's no more else
Drawing closer to the target
Life is drawn into a tempest
All will change
All will change...