Rapunzel

The quiet girl in the tower just brushes her hair

and sits by the window with nary a care,

just humming and singing and dreaming her dreams

of castles and fairies and princes and kings.

She hums and she brushes and brushes and hums

'til one day a man to her tower does come.

He'd been drawn by her song from a far distant land.

She knew he'd want nothing more than her hand

so she sang and he listened and together they talked

of all in the world she never had walked

and when the night fell she invited him in

to find refuge from darkness - the wolves and the wind.

To scale the tower, this prince couldn't dare

so the girl in the tower let down her hair.

It'd never been cut since the day of her birth -

the only thing that she had that was of any worth -

so carefully braided, a rope made with care

to bring her a prince when there weren't any stairs.

He climbed and they kissed as he entered her room.

She had dreamed of this day since she'd entered this doom

and they talked and they shared and she sang a bit more

of the world he had entered without any door.

She welcomed him in and he stayed quite a while

but one morning he left without a word or a smile.

She awoke to the cold of her body uncovered.

The hair she had worn had all just been severed.

She found it by the window where he'd made his escape

without one little word he had left her with hate.

So day after day after day she did wait

dreaming of princes and hair she could plait.

She sang at the window a song full of pain -

no matter the weather, in sun or in rain.

Not 'til she stopped singing and longing for hair,

did she awake to the prince who was building her stairs.

Now day after day after day she still sings

while walking the earth and hearing sounds ring.

And they live in a castle with stairs and with doors

and the girl from the tower has never sung more.