Our alabaster lady
Broken heartedly
Clutching at her foibles
Wherein perhaps they be
Inadequate, a failure almost
Imperfect she feels
Vulnerable and fallible
But reality reveals
A paragon of virtue
That in her heart conceals
The truth
Our alabaster lady
Broken heartedly
Clutching at her foibles
Wherein perhaps they be
Inadequate, a failure almost
Imperfect she feels
Vulnerable and fallible
But reality reveals
A paragon of virtue
That in her heart conceals
The truth