I stood apon the Ivory Tower,
as far I could see,
the winds that blew along the tops of the trees,
were calling out to me.
Curtains blew in the Ivory Tower,
Willows start to bend,
The ravens flew to take cover,
as the storm decends.
Follow fate around the tower,
searching in vain,
Or threw the mist of the cold vally,
where I found only grief.
Although from the top of the Ivory Tower,
the stone is through and through,
I had dream of a crystal bed,
my dream was of blue,
my dream was of blue.
All time waiting!
As the sun sets in the trees.
All time waiting!
Every hour feels like day...!
I feel it not in the Ivory Tower,
a prison that you'll find,
Its lies in your heart your soul,
your spirit and your mind...
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