Will Adam Music - Cincinnati Steeples

She was burning herself vacant
Like a star, for entertainment
Oh she lost the soul at twelve years old
And followed her eyes down the rabbit hole to fame
Adopt the pose, the fallen rose
She's part of the fire and the fire it grows
It grows
Her monument to beauty is built too high
To get out of her cushioned grave
And learn to fly
Her world, it paints perfection from age to age
And the wind, it spreads the fire
Through the Cincinnati steeples
As it all comes crashing down
From the pole came Friday's Daughter
The Stone Angel is what they call her
Ooh she scraped life through without her youth
No legacy but the 'Hairdo Of The Year'
The men all jeered as little girls cheered
She's part of the fire and the fire is near
It's here
No turn of fame or glamour will change one life
So stop wishing you had it all
You're doing fine
Keep strong in your foundations
And honour in your eyes
'Cause the wind, it carries anything
Through the Cincinnati steeples
So make your choice - to what will you bow?

Written by:
David Adam

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