And Rapunzel? Still waiting in the tower,
Dreaming of a prince, who's arrival
Will herald the start of her life.
"One day my prince will come";

Yet every day things go on as before.
 The witch arrives, she lets down
 Her hair, she hauls up the basket
Of food. She can't imagine how

 The story might continue, without
A prince. Imagine now. The witch is dead.
No one to bring you food, and
No one to keep you prisoner.

Ring out the bells, the witch is dead!
The prince will never come. Climb
Down the tower, find a way.
Take one step, then another.

You have no idea what may be
Out there, out in the big wide world.
But surely, surely, its better than
Starving to death, alone in the tower?