This sweet maiden
Was locked in a tower
Hoping for safekeeping
By the walls she grew to like after awhile
Enjoyed her prison
As it brought her solace
understanding, she knew those walls
like the back of her hand.
Alas, she was convinced to leave her respite
In search of happier experiences
She found love one day
By a minstrel that played to her window
And wanted to see the rest of the world
So she picked open all the locks
As she knew the combinations
And stepped outside into the light for the first time
Embraced by the man that lured her out.

And now,
The minstrel travels alone
and the maiden floats out to sea.