Once, in a land far away
A maiden in a tower lay.
A doorless turret
With windows but one
Out which she looked to see the sun
And through the window, way up high
She saw free people walking by,
And from her lips escaped a cry,
The anguish plain to hear.
“Why,” said she,
“Are they free,
When trapped in tower
I’m doomed to be?”
This and more exclaimed to air
For she couldn’t see how it was fair
That they could run and laugh and fly
While she was doomed to watch and die
She sobbed, but no one heard her cry.
She wanted to run free.
The wind, the rain, the sun, the fire
Feeling was her lone desire
To feel them all in liberty
But she knew it couldn’t be
She turned away and then said she,
“Wake up, you know dreams don’t come true.”
Years and years these words she spoke
Until one day she couldn’t choke
The words out one more time.
She ran to the window, saw the sky
And suddenly, with a great sigh
“I can’t take this sorrow, nor this pain,
I know that I must be insane,
I will be free before I die.”
Here she gave a mighty cry
She felt the wind, she felt the rain,
She felt the freedom, she felt the pain.
She felt nothing more.
“How sad,” they said when she was found,
“She must have fallen to the ground.
So sad, the ones who die so young”
And here a dirge was promptly sung.
But the maiden was now free.
That’s the end of this story.