Thank you Daerlynn for your beautiful song. Original song: https://suno.com/song/6993f70d-12db-4f05-be51-5ec94dc65e2f Copyright @Daerlynn --------------------------------------------------------------------- There once was a minstrel from the north A pretty one, some say, of a sort She was young, she was old She was shy, she was bold But through it all, she doubted her worth She cries yet there’s no-one to hear All that people can see are their fears Expectations and dreams Turn to dust, it does seem And emptiness, it dries all her tears She’s the mime in the box, stuck within They all see just the twinkle and grin No one’s looking inside Where she curls up and hides Stuck within the walls of her skin All they see is the clothes, the ribbons, the curls All they see is the dancing, the singing, the twirls She’ll be flirty and bawdy, and perhaps a bit naughty All they see are performances, for both boys and girls They see what’s expected to be It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy The paint on the wall Does it color it all? Or does the paint stain the essence of she? There once was a minstrel in hell Trapped within an unchanging shell Are those the same eyes Peering out from inside? I don’t know, can you see, can’t you tell? I’m the mime in the box, stuck within You all see just the twinkle and grin No one’s looking inside Where I’ve curled up and died Stuck within the walls of my skin
