Don't sit shuddering by that damp, wasted fireplace
Strike some stones together and burn your ache.
Don't take orders from that green nailed witch.
There is no glory to your bloody tears, punch her on the face.
The world is wider than the square picture on your wall.
You are stronger than your dainty fingers and silken hair.
Don't just spend your nights singing songs for the doe-eyed prince
He could take too long, or could turn out to be a blithering idiot.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair?