A boy, a child, a man, a tower,
He walked through this wide land.
From start of life, till final hour,
Naught went quite as he planned.
A love he lost, and friendships broke,
His heart was shorn in two.
Until a corpse gave him a rope,
From family, a clue.
The world - he toured, one final time,
With friends from young an age.
That process broke that final line,
And he became a sage.
He had it all, but love he lacked,
Achievements all turned sour.
He gave it all to have her back,
That boy, that man, that Tower.
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