I have seen the nun in black
And she has taken me back
Through a future I shall never know
To a past that never existed
I sit and watch her weep
Mourning for the loss
Of something that she shall never have
Cursing her convictions
With a religious fervour
But then repenting
Eternally repenting
The candle burns low
The light flickering through shadows
That conceal her face
Almost as well as her hands do
I sit in the dark –
Now that she has found me
I can never be let go
The tower is falling
But the nun still wails
I remain captured in her grasp
The masonry crumbles
But it does not break the fatal spell
I am now hers
And I'm able to do
Is sit
And watch her weep around me
She had the power
To build the tower
Now that she is lost
She must pay the cost
I had waited, for so long,
Full of fear
Waiting for the nun in black
To reach out and take me back
But now that she has come
I am only forced to watch
As she sits and weeps
She speaks no words
The falling tower says it all