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