We reach for the sky
But can never seem to touch it.
Climb us or fly over us
We are all great to behold.
The point of us is that tall as we may be,
There are three sides to every triangle.
We reach for the sky
But can never seem to touch it.
Climb us or fly over us
We are all great to behold.
The point of us is that tall as we may be,
There are three sides to every triangle.