The Fall of the Ivory Tower
She's a tower of strength
She's pure she's divine
Her skin is pale as the stars
Her heart's colder than ice
She's a beauty crafted
With hard words and steel
Her hair is blacker than coal
Her soul broken and sealed
She's falling face first
Headed straight for the ground
She's trying to win
Her emotions unsound
She runs from her conscience
Afraid and alone
What she used to be
Now forever is gone
She falls to her knees
Alabaster turning to glass
She falters and cries
Her tears-a diamond surprise
And now she's free falling
Spiraling toward the ground
Giving up trying to win
The ivory tower falls down
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