"I would not harm you"

There is a tower with a view of the earth
watching over us in our houses
The angels will all sing
Floating white figures around its nakid stone,
Near the mountain

Mother, hold your child tight
And keep your eyes on the tower
For late is the hour in which you have come

"Still lost in the music?"
He gently asked her
But to which came no reply
Only a smile

And the father gazed into the eyes of his child
But spoke no words of love
And again he took his eternal watch
And sent them from his tower above.