WHEN THE TOWERS FALL
Peter Boothroyd

He makes lots of money
He's got a good job
Can he buy his way out
When his world crashes in?

The high places fall
The idols they cry
The high is made low
The humble made high

When the towers fall
And life crumbles away
Who will bring the hope
To live another day?

He meets with his buddies
They're into new age
Will their pagan celebrations
Bring peace back again?

His faith is in faith
He's told he's a god
Will the words of his mantra
Keep him from living hell?