A picture of a thousand words
She showed the queen
That he'd been mean
Lies of her death
Were absurd
She wove the truth
Of her stolen youth
The queen saw all
That had ocurred
He seized the girl
Cut out her tongue
Philomena's wings clipped
Like a bird
He'll always blame her
For his fury
For his fear
He'll always blame her
Hurt the one
You hold so dear
He shut her up
And locked the door
Pretend her screams
Could not be heard
Releaseing gloom
Her listening loom
A way to speak
She much preferred
She had to tell
Without a tongue
She'd show the wrongs
Without a word
Once a girl
And now reborn
Finally
Her story heard
He'll always blame her
For his fury
For his fear
He'll always blame her
Hurt the one
You hold so dear
So near
My dear
A tapestry of her tragedy A picture of a thousand words She showed the queen That he'd been mean Lies of her death Were absurd She wove the truth Of her stolen youth The queen saw all That had ocurred He seized the girl Cut out her tongue Philomena's wings clipped Like a bird He'll always blame her For his fury For his fear He'll always blame her Hurt the one You hold so dear He shut her up And locked the door Pretend her screams Could not be heard Releaseing gloom Her listening loom A way to speak She much preferred She had to tell Without a tongue She'd show the wrongs Without a word Once a girl And now reborn Finally Her story heard He'll always blame her For his fury For his fear He'll always blame her Hurt the one You hold so dear So near My dear Explain Request ×
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