How is it that she cries alone
when others have it all?
Without a hope without a home,
she has no friends to call.

She has a Master carved of stone,
his hands are cold and hard.
She craves some freedom of her own
he want life to carve.

He takes her in his arms each night
but she does not feel embraced.
Her heart is filled with purest fright,
it flows across her face.

Her pillows damp, her eyes are raw,
He cares not for her tears.
Must she bear a second more,
Living in such fear?

Each morning when she wakes
she starts the day anew.
But all he does is take
would you have that done to you?

When there is nothing you can give,
for there is nothing that you own.
When the worst thing is to live
and you feel your chance has flown.

Is it time to give up hope?
No! it's time to hope again?
She takes her time to weave the rope,
she ties it tight, recalls the pain.

This is the end, her eyes tight shut
She knows she can't retreat,
Fear weaves around inside her gut
Away from him she leaps.

To Freedom and away from stone,
away from darkness and despair.
Contagious to act alone,
without another who would care.

The rope swings putting up a fight
she will not give in.
She has nothing left to lose in life
but everything to win.

Her feet land safely on the floor,
The pain is now all over.
Free to laugh and smile once more,
and dance amongst the clover.