The Tower

She lives locked away high up in a tower
In a room with a view, but without a door
And she paces and remembers, hour on hour
The life she lived before

From the window she sees the land stretching wide
And begs the world to come inside
But she's no Rapunzel and there is no prince
And that happy ending hasn't been since

She lives locked away high up in a tower
She built it herself a long time ago
And it gave her the comfort of pain as her power
And kept her safe from the earth below

And to keep out the jealous she paved over the door
Then slowly forgot what her tower was for
And now she spends each day, cold and alone
Condemned to her own little tower of stone

She stands in the middle of the floor
She turns to each ancient wall
And asks, "Must you imprison me forevermore
Is there any chance that one day you'll fall?"
But each wall had grown harder with age
Darker and colder and stern
Hating her with a stubborn rage
That begging and pleading could never overturn

She lives locked away high up in a tower
That overlooks the entire world
But sorrow is all these walls will allow her
The memory of a little girl

But still there is something that keeps her alive
A ghost of a will to survive
A power much older than any tower that stands
The power that flows from her heart to her hands

She starts stomping her feet on the floor
And pounding her fists at the walls
And screams, "I will not let you keep me here anymore!"
And with that, the first brick falls

And the floors begin to crack beneath her feet
As hundreds of stones come crashing to the ground
As hundreds of people in the land come to meet
To watch the tower come down

She lived locked away high up in a tower
In a room with a view but without a door
Where she discovered a magnificent power
That she had never unleashed before

And now stands a woman in the settling dust
Of the tower that fell to the ground with her touch
And now no wall can stand between her and herself
But somewhere there's a tower that traps somebody else