The Writer

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VERSE

She peeked out through shallow windows

And saw all that was beholden

Caressed her teacup, warmth was golden

And the artisans flew by holding ivy

Tried to cover up her unknown deeds

CHORUS

But they didn't know she hid quills beneath her sheets

Hidden so deeply they didn't puncture her dreams

VERSE

She pulled out the parchment to tell her tale

The artisans flew away, the story was stale

The empire said kill the birds

Because they already laid out your words

CHORUS

But they didn't know she hid quills beneath her sheets

Hidden so deeply they didn't puncture her dreams

The flock came and they swirled into a barricade

Peered into her eyes, sat in place, still as jade

BRIDGE

She defied all that was set to be

She slammed doors open and let them be free

As she rose above, they sang their song

Though no one could hear them, so no one was wrong

And one by one they fled through the night

Wings brushed on through, began their flight

Each letter laid was a debt unpaid

Stacked up against the crusade

CHORUS

'Cause they didn't know she hid quills beneath her sheets

Hidden so deeply they didn't puncture her dreams

The flock came and they swirled into a barricade

Peered into her eyes, sat in place, still as jade

Still as jade

Still as jade

OUTRO

She looked out through an open window

The artisans rose and they took off fast

And with each beat, they wove the lines

Without a doubt, stillness had passed

The empire tried

Through all their schemes

But in the end

Reality became of her dreams

Of her dreams

Her dreams