Ivory Tower

So I’m stuck up in this ivory tower

Waiting for a summer shower

So my handsome prince will come to play

But I’ve waited for a hundred days

And no one comes, no matter how hard I pray

So I’m left spinning straw into gold

Alone forever with no one to hold

This is not the happy ending I was told

Or is it?

Perhaps the only tower here

Is one that is built by fear

I cut each stone and place it so

Blood for mortar, my refuge grows

There are no stairs or doors inside

It makes the perfect place to hide

If a hiding place I have made

Then why do I feel like I need saved?

Is it finally the time that I figure my way out?

If my time has come I still have a million doubts

But what to do? There are so many routes

So till it hits the ground let my hair grow long

At the end of that time, I should not feel wronged

And if I let it fall, someone may come along

And take it.

Perhaps the only tower here

Is one that is built by fear

I cut each stone and place it so

Blood for mortar, my refuge grows

There are no stairs or doors inside

It makes the perfect place to hide