Straightener

I wait beneath a leaning tower, for it to fall

If I hold it up with my hands, will the pain go away?

The shape and color changed, heart and shadow are lost

But you say it's alright, and make a face like you're going to cry

She is my strongest will

I wait beneath a leaning tower, for it to blow over

When I take my hands away from it, will the fear disappear?

The shape and color changed, heart and shadow are lost

But you say it's alright, and make a face like you're going to cry

She is my strongest will