Hannah Baker was the girl
Gave her dress a little twirl
And when I called on her to play
Turns out Hannah passed away

Stephen King says to keep writing writing writing
Even through the days when I have nothing to say
The days when it's like fighting fighting fighting
And the plot like clouds on fingers slips away

I can belt out rhymes
Haphazard and quick
I can make up ditties
That tragically will stick
I can write a speech
That would move a nation
But I don't know what to say:
Evolution or creation?

She says that she's alright
Instinctively, I ask
"Promise?"

"Everything wants to be free," said the girl
"Yes, everything wants to be free.
A dog to its owner would say,
Should it talk:
'Please take this leash off of me'"

"Everything wants to be free," said the girl
As she looked from my face to the sky
"Even yourself, though you don't know it yet
Every man, woman, child, and I"

"Everything wants to be free," spoke I, soft
And she stared with her deep, endless eyes
"And yes, you were right, I did not know it then
But to me, this comes as no surprise"

"Everything wants to be free," said the winds
And swirling around us, they came
And whispered the thoughts that we hid in our minds
While calling us gently by name

"Everything wants to be free," said the world
In unison, voicing as one
A merging that started from this very girl
A unity that she'd begun

"Daddy's sleeping," they all said
"Daddy went to bed"
But I knew that wasn't true
Somehow I knew him dead