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Describing the yearning to escape from sheltered lifestyles via artistic expression |
Whisper your words and I shall write Your voice ringing sweetly in the night It covers my home above the blight Weapon in hand, starting the fight And now trapped inside my Ivory Tower My Body and Mind have lost power All senses slowly turn sour Conscious reaching its darkest hour As the abandoned babe looks towards the eve The winds turn the dying leaves Yet, never is there a moment to grieve Never a moment to grieve I have waited long enough Shoved away upon this shelf Never remembered by anyone A quiet necropolis within myself And so… And so now in my falling Tower Body and Mind lost all power To the greedy maws that wish to devour Atmosphere growing strongly dour The young are to forever stay And so their love is blown away And slowly, sweetly, the words to play The only way your voice may Your whispers fill my realm with delight As my Ivory Tower falls onto the blight Body and Mind suddenly filled with sight And I can finally surrender the fight As my own voice cries through the dark night ‘Whisper your words, and I shall write’ ‘Whisper your words, and I shall write’ |