She walked over, past that glass door,

that her home feel like a cage.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, come out on the porch

and look down those three stories

but that's all that you can do.

She stepped in front of the window

and cupped the rose in her hand,

taking in the slightly bitter scent

that somehow manages to be so sweet.

Won't you come over, look on over

and see what you cannot have,

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, come on out.

She took just one rose out of the dozen,

and placed it in the dark room,

with ice gathering on the window.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, don't hide,

why won't you just escape it,

lave that cage of yours.

She held the single rose in her hand,

watching it wither and die,

not caring about the bitter sweet scent

that haunted her in her dreams,

and in her clunching nightmares.

Just fly away from the cage

and stop trying to kill the bird,

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, soar away.