Stand, did you stand, through the fire and bright flame,
yet your walls still fair and tame,
will you stay, will you stay?
Rise, did you rise, from the ash that pyres made,
blades of green that never fade,
will you grow, will you grow?
Sound, did you sound, when the ramparts did give way,
heart and cannon did not sway,
will you guard, will you guard?
Sprout, did you sprout, where a solemn hope did form,
bearing strength in stirring storm,
will you bloom, will you bloom?
The Tower 