This god-man beckons near,
I often wonder if the change is not in me?
As I watch her unfold
I stand here within morn,
these swirling thoughts they form
some sorid beast,
some come at ease
As she walks beside with wings unfurled
Open to me

Watch her kind deliver dreams,
unspoken walls, they fall.
Mystery of angels wash over me
Sanctify these pages and walk within me
As I call the Watchtowers

What God has fear? Can you tell me?
This fear of you, this fear of truth,
is there any understanding in these laws?
Oh the breech of night is Done

Faith is all you'll ever be
when no entrance can be seen,
your Will, enslaved, is begging to be free
is there any one who will come and see?

This mystery of angels wash over thee
Sanctify these pages and walk within thee
As I call the Watchtowers…