Rupunzel

 One would say a girl has nice hair

Trapped in a society so far over there

Angry and resentment come about 

All alone one would pout

A girls heart full of love

A journey would hurry 

Like a free flying dove 

No time to worry 

The wind blows in the trees 

Adventure will tease 

Coming toward danger 

One meets a friendly stranger 

Powers await in a strand

As greed surrounds the heart 

Some situations go as unplanned 

Cause one too create a spark

All becomes good

Let's knock on wood

A girl accepts her hair 

She is no longer misunderstood