Pandora's Pedestal

In the background, I hear,
Your fear, Sick with laughter,
The box full of tears,
Looking within it creates a mirror,
See whats inside, Inside Yourself.

All that remains of an angel,
Who's beautiful smile was stole,
Placed in a box with all her tears,
For years, no one would know,
But for now, all thats left,
Is a rusted halo,
With no hope and no soul,
Waiting for its owner,
To come back and regain control.

From the top of the pedestal,
A broken spirit lay,
An angel without mercy,
Game that cannot get away,
So when you find the box,
Full of her tears,
Leave it alone, for the rest of your years.

Its sad to know tomorrows fate,
Because when you can see into the future,
You know theres no hope for our children,
Yet they should not fear,
The lonesome angel,
Who cried many tears,
Finlay got what she wanted.

Ian Robert Potapoff