From down a 1000 foot marble hall
I see you stand
In a room of crimson
You are white, a thousand years grand
And there is a story behind you
As there often is
It’s one that I do not buy
That you were in a noble court or a stately yard
All weathered attempts to keep your mystique alive
Me, I see you as a statue like any other
With curves of body and bust like Venus,
I’d crave in any lover
Yes, I have looked upon many stone
And alabaster faces before
Made by defenseless artists who stand alone
We gaze and just ignore,
That you were no doubt modeled
After someone once living
Someone with a real story
And a face more forgiving
And though you are stuck in a cold and stony
Shell for the rest of your days
From your marble casing I won’t break you away
I’m sure, deep down,
You’d rather stay
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
From down a 1000 foot marble hall
I see you stand
In a room of crimson
You are white, a thousand years grand
And there is a story behind you
As there often is
It’s one that I do not buy
That you were in a noble court or a stately yard
All weathered attempts to keep your mystique alive
Me, I see you as a statue like any other
With curves of body and bust like Venus,
I’d crave in any lover
Yes, I have looked upon many stone
And alabaster faces before
Made by defenseless artists who stand alone
We gaze and just ignore,
That you were no doubt modeled
After someone once living
Someone with a real story
And a face more forgiving
And though you are stuck in a cold and stony
Shell for the rest of your days
From your marble casing I won’t break you away
I’m sure, deep down,
You’d rather stay
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