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Taun Richards

Owner and Founder

Ivory Towers


[Intro]

She heard me scratching

in my leather bound book,

I heard her tear drops fall.

My notebook of poems,

contained hidden instructions.

If only she could decode them all.


[Chorus]

Sitting all alone in an Ivory tower

Like an Angel with a broken wing.

Forlorn and desperately uncertain

Just like the songs she used to sing.

My words spoke of her deepest pain,

Words bleeding through the rhyme.

Muffled cries like silent raindrops fell,

if she could only turn back time.


[Verse]

Tracing her fingers 
through faded pages

where my lonely

shadows lay.

Each line a candle,
 burning in the darkness,

guiding hearts that lost their way.


[Chorus]

Sitting all alone in an Ivory tower

Like an Angel with a broken wing.

Forlorn and desperately uncertain

Like the songs she used to sing.

My words spoke of her deepest pain,

my words bleeding through the rhyme.

Muffled cries like silent raindrops fell,

if she could only

turn back time.


[Interlude]


[Verse]

The years passed slowly

through abandoned hallways,

where silence learned my name.

Tall candles that melted long ago

Left puddles on the window frame.

She was done with suffering

She was done with pain.

She was done with knowing.

That nothing would ever be the same


[Final Chorus]

The leather bound book


lay open upon the window,

where the cold moon softly shines

The hidden instructions

Not meant for strangers,

only hearts…

that could read between the lines.


Sitting all alone in an Ivory tower

Like an Angel with a broken wing.

Still searching through the broken pieces

of the songs we used to sing


[outro]

Copyright Taun A. Richards 2009

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