The princess's music box

I am the princess's music box, I am her lullaby
I am the cross she prays to after god whispered her goodbye
I am the silent comfort for the chains around her wrists
I am the bandage that heals the bruise made from mighty fists

after hear horrid screams she moans from downstairs
I know her hell-sent demon is causing her despair
rushing to her room, a mixture of blood and tears upon her face
reaches for my porcelain being, feeling impure and disgraced

sobbing she winds my bronze key
I do my best to sing her a lovely symphony
kneeling to the floor, her pretty face hung so low
my entrancing song helps her have the will to grow

her soft white fingers trace my hand carved border
each pink rosebud sewn in perfect order
for her, my build remains perfect and substantial
since her guardian abandoned her I am her comfort angel

My fair princess, please don't cry
soon you shall have wings to fly
please, let my song be your inspiration
to escape his wretched exasperation

and every night sounds of shards breaking
My princess's innocence he is taking
he will leave the bruises on her waist
this cursed blood she shouldn't taste

She wears her jewels looking into my mirror
smiling softly, seeing clearer
she's so lovely, though he puts her down
to his raping chamber she is bound.

But I am here to inspire hope, which seems a little out of reach
To find an angel to beseech
I am the princess's box of fire
to fulfill her longing freedom's desire

I am the sight she admires when she is burdened with desolation
I am the hope of sweet denied emancipation
I am the star that shines for the princess
When disease and fire fataly infest

In this tower where she finds refuge
When she prays for angels but they refuse
Is where she cries her exceeding oceans
wondering what became of mother's devotion

I am the last thing left from her queen
before she left her daughter to be demeaned
My dancing stance reminds my princess of those days
before the "king" took her kingdom and had her enslaved

My princess you can win the fight
He's taken your pride which he hadn't the right
With no one to hold you, because nobody hears
play this lovely song, scream your oceans of fears

one night she had enough, too scared to breathe
on her wounds and anxiety he feeds
one night shouldn't take it, one night she couldn't bare
to keep hiding in her tower, in her sad hollow lire

Trembling she grabbed the knife from her bed
the same one she used when she whished she was dead
The same one that caused the scars on her wrists to bleed
the one that caused blood and pain to exceed

But tonight, it's meant for him, that hideous soul
Tonight she would take back what made her whole
She opened the door to his room while he slept
Tonight she would release all the secrets she'd kept

She raised her weapon high, it glinted in the moonlight
Then she saw her reflection and screamed at the sight
Dropping the metal she ran for me
hoping my song would set her sin free

"I will not be like him," she wept and groaned
gasping between every moan
"how could I think that blood drenched steel,
would cease my pain and make me heal?
But someday I'll get him with much worse punishment,
I'll put him through my hell and torment"

My precious princess released her pain to me
then close the lid and locked my key
Then smiled softly in her slumber
Dreaming of her castle in world of wonder

I am the princess's music box of rain
I wash her wounds and cleanse her pain