The princess locked in the tower.
The mad woman in the attic.
Tired little flower,
gnawed on lion's tooth.
one day you'll be taller,
and fly over the static.
One day, the walls
would not hold you in at all.
But today the mold grows.
The foxes howl below your coop.
So for now, it's just the wishing stars,
And the lonely rays of the moon.
Unravel the patterns as you stare at the wallpaper.
The lines leading to the crossroads,
Of the brick road and the door.
On your right the hallways of the past
To the left the palace of future blooms.
Make your choice and either way
It's the king that grants your wisdom.
Sufferings of the ones before you,
Glimpses of inevitable doom.
Pray child, that you don't go
From the princess locked in the tower to the mad woman in the attic too soon.
