[Verse] In a big ole house on the British shore, Sat a woman who once wanted nothin' more, Than to weave a tale 'bout a wizard's creed, And her words took flight like a magic seed. [Verse 2] The world embraced her, built her high, But clouds can darken an azure sky, Her words once golden, now drew scorn, In the shadows hid a cruel morn'. [Chorus] Oh, how the mighty can fall, When they lose sight of it all, From castles and fame to the empty hall, Oh, how the mighty can fall. [Verse 3] Once a queen in every bookstore's hall, Now whispers haunt her castle's wall, The ink that flowed like a sacred stream, Became a flood of broken dreams. [Verse 4] She spoke her mind but lost the veil, Her stories now a cautionary tale, The faces turned, the hearts grew cold, As the ink dried up and the truth was told. [Chorus] Oh, how the mighty can fall, When they lose sight of it all, From castles and fame to the empty hall, Oh, how the mighty can fall.
