There are taller things than you or I; they carry moments in their hands. They leave no footprints though they clamour; nor lament for those they brand.
There are taller things than you or I; they bend towards our fear. They infer with blades of silence; in the eyes of those held dear.

There are taller things than you or I; they fill the vacant earth. They enshrine by act of torment; they remind us of our worth...